Ha, sicker than your averagePoppa twist cabbage off instinctNiggas don't think shit stinkPink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that'sright)Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'rynightPoppa been smooth since days of UnderoosNever lose, never choose to, bruise crews whoDo somethin' to us (come on), talk gothrough us (through us)Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw usWho us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (hehe)Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (takethat, take that)Bang every MC easily, busily (take that, haha)Recently, niggas frontin' ain't sayin'nothin' (nothin')So I just speak my piece, keep my piece(come on, now)Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps(thank you, God)Packin', askin', "Who want it?" (who want it?)You got it, nigga, flaunt itThat Brooklyn bullshit, we on itBiggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're sopaid (uh)Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see?(Uh)Sometimes your words just hypnotize me(hypnotize)And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)Guess that's why they broke, and you're sopaid (ha)I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)All Philly hoes know it's Moschino (c'mon)Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (ha)Now who's the real dookie? Meanin', who'sreally the shit?Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push thesixOr the Lexus, LX, four and a halfBulletproof glass, tints if I want some assGon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last(haha)That's how most of these so-called gangsterspass (bye-bye)At last, a nigga rappin' bout blunts andbroadsTits and bras, ménage à trois, sex inexpensive carsI still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for (uh-huh), no car payment(uh-uh)At my arraignment, note for the plaintiffYour daughter's tied up in a BrooklynbasementFace it, not guilty (shh)That's how I stay filthy (not guilty)Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come andget me (come on)Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?Sometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're sopaid (uh)Biggie, Biggie, Biggie (uh-huh), can't you see?(Uh)Sometimes your words just hypnotize me(hypnotize)And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)Guess that's why they broke, and you're sopaid (uh)I can fill ya wit' real millionaire shit (I canfill ya)Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (comeon)Wreck it, buy a new oneYour crew run-run-run, your crew run-runI know you sick of this, name brand niggawit'