[Notorious B.I.G.]
  Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
  Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
  Biggie.. Biggie..
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
  Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
  People look at you like youse the user
  Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
  But they don't know about your stress-filled day
  Baby on the way mad bills to pay
  That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
  and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
  I remember I was just like you
  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
  Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
  I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
  Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
  Packed up my tools for my raw power move
  Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
  for chumps tryin to stop my flow
  And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
  Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
  Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
  Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
  for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
  Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
  You better have your gat in hand, cause man
  
  Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo
  
  Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
  How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
  How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you
  Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  I had the master plan
  I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
  with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
  They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
  And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
  I got my honey on the Amtrak
  with the crack in the crack of her ass
  Two pounds of hash in the stash
  I wait for hon to make some quick cash
  I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
  At last, I'm literally loungin black
  Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
  Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
  Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
  See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
  Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
  Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
  We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
  Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
  by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
  And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
  I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
  Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
  Until then I looks out for the whole family
  A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
  in the everyday struggle
  
  Chorus
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
  ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
  
  [Nas]
  Guns and diamonds
  Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
  Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
  This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
  They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
  Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
  Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
  He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
  Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
  Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
  Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
  Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
  High technology dealers, to the users and losers
  Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
  Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
  My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
  City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
  Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
  My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
  Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
  Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
  Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
  for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
  Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
  Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
  Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
  Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
  
  Chorus (repeat to fade)