[Intro: Black Rob, Rhea Dummett & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woah
You seen that kid, man?
That's my man, dawg
You know
It's crazy, you know what I'm saying
Aight, you know, kid just layed him down like that, you know what I mean? (Ooh)
Word, word in the streets, man (Killed him)
Same cats, man, that got your other boy, (Killed him, killed him)
Huh, shit, word
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts, uh

[Verse 1: Black Rob]
My name rings bigger than across the land
I'm the man, advance me four hundred grand
Man on top of all that, B I'm smooth as a silk
Shit is milk, n***as know how Black is built (Man)
The n***as want me up the streets, man, sworn affidavits
Had me back before the court but finally I made it
I guess I'm living proof that crime do pay
Jewish lawyer on the side with the fakе toupee
Yeah, daddy on call, six-hundred/hour
Have mе back on the streets in no less than a hour
B.R. the epitome of fucking black power
N***a, get it how you live, the pleasure's all ours
I don't know about duke, man, but family is a thug
It's a shame I had to let your man down like rug
And no, all this black killing black shit is tired
Admired, and like that, your time expired and you're gone
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Rhea Dummett & Black Rob]
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
It's crazy 'cause I just seen this dude, man
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him, ooh)
He was just right there with me, man

[Verse 2: Black Rob]
Here's Kay, AK the neighborhood gambler
Second floor, next door, Wayne Alexander
Got 'em on camera doing it up
And if the n***as on parole, man, he screwing it up
Aw, man, they taped him while he was walking
Mic in his shirt collar, one they used often
Now it's a question, one that's asked often
Who hated his guts enough to put him in a coffin?
Could've been Ike, he had beef from way back
When he slapped his lil' niece in front of disco tech
I can tell you, how wild is that?
But before I do, you need a blunt and a vial of crack, you sit back

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Rhea Dummett & Black Rob]
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
It's crazy 'cause his moms came with me
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts, uh (Killed him, killed him, ooh)
Like, I knew something 'bout him
[Verse 3: Black Rob]
Now if I don't like Duke, unless we tumble
Got the scope on his kids so he best be humble
That's why a lot of clubs I ain't go inside yet
My track record makes me a bona fide threat
This is a chapter 23, rest in peace to Poodle
When this shit jump off, he put that thing to your noodle
I feel my competition is wonton soup
Think it's cute? I make it where they can't regroup, shoot
Shit's solid, don't get cute cousin
In your life, all I'm doing is pressing the mute button
It's serious biz when cats come to your crib
And smack your kids and crack a couple of your ribs
It's all in a night's work, light work
No witnesses, ''Black, nice work''
Now he in the light hearse, I might disperse
Fifty shots at his hearse if worst came to worst
You could be the next coward, I came and hung
Had him on the six-o'clock news, Connie Chung
Next time a n***a watch your tongue
Make the interview fun, out the barrel of a .22 gun, it's on

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Rhea Dummett &]
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him)
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers
Got the deserts, uh (Killed him, killed him, ooh)
[Outro: Black Rob]
Wow, it's ugly out here
Watch yourself, man
You could be next
Watch it
Shoutout to everybody up North
All my dudes doing it big
Harlem everywhere across the word
Word, psst, it's crazy, man