Queen B The Notorious B.I.G. nigga, the best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? That's how we do it, y'all Yeah, put all my niggas in the house Bad boy Who we die for? All day, every day, nigga Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah For the love of B.I.G., we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out Mafia world, all my niggas max out We bad boys, why y'all niggas cracked out? Coward niggas, most are buried down south Far from gangsters, really hush puppies Niggas barely speak when we discuss money Niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggas never took nothin' from me Niggas, rock ice, stay jig *** with niggas that got drunk and hate kids Niggas, got niggas on state biz That hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix Niggas, and yo, Biggie taught me well Biggie taught me how to flip bricks like Cartwell Niggas, to all my thugs who pump them All my girls who hug them, you love them, yell his name I wrap her down on my feet, then live on my knees Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for a nigga Mafia representin' Bucktown, Mackleven's cock back Niggas better duck down, face down You know the routine, the cream, earrings You know the drama, Biggie from Big I learned to grip, aim, and cock it Once I got it, I lock it, bingo Big city boy with deep pockets See me speak? That paper better be the topic I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic I'm quick to finish it, you good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target Waitin' for a hard hit, I like marine blue, marine green Run with the mean team, maxed out, fresh out, them state greens We big boys, we do big things Born in this county of kings I ain't got ***, I spray things, take things *** whenever my moves swing From the summer floor, winter to spring My nigga ill, solely down from the beam Like Big said, we do the real things We still bubble, and still change Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain Still rock, still die for Big's name Yeah, so all my thugs who pumped him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie, you might be a representin' bucktown Michael Evans cock back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings You know the drama, Biggie from For Big, I grip the cig, put six in your wig Not cuz of what he said, cuz of what he did When I hit, I pop quiz That's the way I was raised, and that's the way it is For Biggie, we roll like the Panthers Show our guns on camera Do jooks for police scanners Niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers I roll with a bunch of niggas that we in bandanas and rep For Biggie, we cap it thorough From the heart, rep the barrel BK style, see Big half Now, let's see who wanna go against mafia world Niggas nothin' but squirrels, they know we rep Niggas tryin' to get a nut Hittin' the head or below the gut Wood style, roll them up Get plucked, nigga, what? Go back, it's been a ton and no cats will go to No, I got a buck for my nigga To all my thugs who pucked up All my girls who pucked up You love them, you know his name Biggie, I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia, representin' Bucktown Michael Evans cocked back Niggas better duck down, face down You know the routine, the green earrings You know the drop for Biggie, bring out Jesus Now, when I cock back and squeeze My desertees make you drop to your knees Barely able to breathe, my bullets movin' threes One for Brooklyn, one for mafioso Take that, and this one's for You know Frank kept me iced out Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account All that material ***, y'all still tryin' to get Ugh, you fuckin' pricks, get off the stick Tryin' to be like All y'all lame-ass niggas, keep my man name out your mouth Or get his *** right, check it It's the B-I-G-G-I-E Y'all niggas can't see papa nor the big mama Who you love? For the Y2G, the 210 We got it sung, we don't need y'all help We hold our own, cause this goes out to cats Not tryin' to give it up B-I-G lives in us, shout him out To all my thugs who poked him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name B-I-G-I-E I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for B-I-G-I-E Mafia representin' Bucktown Mack 11's cock back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama, Benji breathe B-I-G-I-E To all my thugs who poked him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name B-I-G-I-E I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees