Intro: B.I.G. One one two Check me out right yo One: Puff Daddy Yo the sun don't shine (BIG: You can the track up a little bit for me) me up yo Can you me? But as long as here then we might as well shine together (BIG: All up in my ears) Better now than never business before (BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better? Yeah right, no what, we air tight (BIG: YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up) Our music keeps you movin, are you provin? (BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels you baby (BIG: Music's louder) Hug me baby, make you love me baby (BIG: This is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you but choked (BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only leave you broke So the only thing now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up Verse Two: B.I.G. In a Commision, you ask for to hit em He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of They say my killin's too You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under vest by the abdominal Rob a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, faggots ain't killin shit Ooops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone hands and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic Parked in quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Underboss of holocaust Truly yours, White Chorus: Rhymes We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? (2X) Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at? (repeat all 2X) Verse Three: Daddy Put your money on the and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you later Dog, get my stash on There's a bed full of money I get my ass on I never lose the to go platinum Said I'd live it up til all the cash Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, than acid P-D, rollin on tape or CD The Billboard killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a long time burnin a candle you can do is check your distribution My songs in Houston like Scarface produced em You ain't like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be Verse Notorious B.I.G. We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The heaers in the two-seaters, with two Senoritas, kiss rings when you us P-Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all y'all Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, we macin them placin them in funerals, criminals aroused The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business rise, I men Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, Nother day in the of the Comission Chorus 2X w/ talking Aiyyo, can you me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there good, it's all fucked up now Y'all it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck gonna do now? What I'ma do Can y'all me out there? Can y'all hear me out (?) y'all niggaz wanna do all fucked up now What do now, huh? What do now It's all up now