[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. and Swizz Beatz]
Notorious
Spit your game, talk your shit!
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)
Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)
Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)
Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass n***as that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all n***as be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins
We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins
N***a you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all thе bullshit I been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fucked a few fеmale stars or two
N***a, blue light, n***a, move like Mike, shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them n***as I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one

[Verse 2: Twista]
(Ladies and gentlemen, Twista)
Making money, living marvelous
In God we trust
Don't too many n***as wanna start with us
Got big guns in the cars with us
Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us
They really wanna show you what a G.I.B
I'd rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P
We can hear the music and that'll be by me
Twista with the legendary n***a B.I.G (Uuuuu)
Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow
You know it's gon' reign with persistence
Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence
Let's get it cracking, I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho
Do it for the city, I love Chicago
Calico's bumping, I love to bust dough (Jeeesus)
You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I
Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die
Life After Death, give it to you however you want it n***a
Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it n***a (Huuuu)
Cause the shit it get deep
So I carry big heat
Screaming "come and get me"
Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie)
Free mils, I love to make one
All these cars, I love to ride one
All these hoes, I love to cut one
A tribute to Big, I love to bust one
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them n***as, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha you gonna do, fight or run?

[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
(Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Let's go)
In the middle of it I'mma
Bring n***as more drama then they baby mamas
N***a wanna battle I'mma bomb ya
One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas
Like terracotta, n***as always ready for the war
But they really don't wanna see a n***a though
We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a n***a with a sick-o-flow
Doing it with Swizz, oh no!
You n***as is in some trouble
Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally (Yeah!)
N***a y'all heard of me
Wig splitter, killer n***a, word to me
And I'm classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum
Dumping on them at random
With the bullets I brand them
Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons (Let's go)
N***as ain't ready for this one cause (C'mon) I'm on a mission to get even better believe it
I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me
If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon, B.I.G.!)
[Chorus]

[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
2006! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!

[Verse 4: 8 Ball]
Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me
I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G
Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner
If you ask about who run the South
I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)
Somethin' like one of the rawest n***as ever to touch the mic
Diddy stayed mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)
At the hotel wit a couple of banks, gettin' right
Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit
(Turn it up! Turn it up!)

[Verse 5: MJG]
Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)
MJG's at the back door, infrared is aimin' at your head
(Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain't scared
Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread
Come out from under that bed
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneath that seat
Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Swizz Beatz & Krayzie Bone]
You just heard the sounds of Twista!
8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!
B.I.G. (No-torious) There's only one crown, man!
(No-torious...No-torious...No-torious)