[Funkmaster Flex]
Hold up! Shut this shit down!
It's goin' down, baby! Funk Flex!
We about to black out to fuckin' Brooklyn
With my n***a Mister Cee!
'Cause you know how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pit-bull status, n***a!

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah!
You're now enterin' the mode of The Notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique representin'
This one goin' out to Brooklyn — y'all know what time it is
It's goin' out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
Y'all know what time it is
So this what I want y'all to do
I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters
And y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies
Mmm! Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessy and lay back
Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee
Representin' all day, everyday
And all you other tape n***as, 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. clique, hardcore
Uhh! representin'
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh! Check it, huh!

[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
N***as say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this!
If I was pussy, I'd be filled with syphilis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin' rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
N***as mention me for MC 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'
MCs break-fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills, who's still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker — explodin' when the paper hits the ink, uh!
Take your gangsta chronicles
Turn to page 666 — holocaust! Big the merciless
N***as press they luck and they get a butt-fuckin'
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
And I don't fuck wit' the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin' sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases
MC's across the seas — it's just the way I crush my prey, hey!
I'm crazy and deranged
Blowin' n***as out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin' back to the black rhinoceros of rap
Big took a loss? How preposterous is that, n***a?!
Recognize.. Notorious Biggie Smalls, '94, Ready to Die
Y'all n***as hold y'all heads
Mister Cee — set it off, baby-pop
[*Funk Flex scratches the end*]