Notorious B.I.G.Unbelievable

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking Chickenheads be clucking in my bathroom fucking It ain't nothing, they know Big be handling With the mac in the Ac' door paneling Damagin MC's, oxygen they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches Get smoked like dutches from the master Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie You know how the weed go, unbelievable B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appetit Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating Dumb rappers need teaching Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come come now Why y'all so dumb now - hunt me or be hunted I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways To simmer saute, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway My forte causes Caucasians to say He sounds demented, car weed scented If I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no-one Call me evil, or unbelievable Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes Leave no witnesses, what you think this is? Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable © 2017