Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, the vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was humpin around and jump-in around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said: B-I-G
Then I bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)