Alright, alright, yo
The B.I.G. is far from a chump
I love to thump, I'm so rump I got
I like the beats that thump
The Cherokee, the Pathfinder jeeps
Peace to Fulton Street when I compete
MCs take flight like Clyde The Glide Drexler
Try to flex, I suplex ya, huh
It's me, you know my pedigree
Rhymes and beats so fat leave the mess with di*k Gregory
Who got props like Biggie Smalls got props?
Nobody drops words off the top of the head
My metaphors are sharp like cheddar cheese
Blowing MCs out with ease
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
Your girls buttcheeks I'm smackin, huh
MCs have a hard time believin'
I'm marked for death, hard to kill like Steven
Bad Boy in the house!