Hold up, shut this shit down
It's goin' down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin' Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
cause you know how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
You're now enterin' the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin'
This one goin' out to Brooklyn, why all know what time it is
It's goin' out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
why all know what time it is.. so this what I want why all to do
I want why all to grab why all Dutch Masters
and why all White Owls and why all Phillies, mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin' all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you're ready Mister Cee
we gon' get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggas say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin' rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggas mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin'
All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin'
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uh
Take your gangsta chronicles