Queen Bee, and 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? (Biggie)
That's how we do it y'all
To all my niggas in the house
Bad Boy, who we die for? (Biggie)
All day, everyday nigga

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 pullin' things out
Mafia world, all my niggas max out
We bad boys, why ya'll 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 yapping when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggas never took nothing from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
Ayo, Biggie taught me well
Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie) Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For B.I.G., I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, 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, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target
Waiting for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga ill's holding it down for the beam
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name Biggie
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please,
I cock and squeeze (Biggie) mafia
Representin' Bersecktown
Mack 11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that 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 jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandannas and rep
We kept it thorough, from the heart ripped the barrel
B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now
Let's see who wanna go against mafia world
Niggas nothing but squirrels, they know we rep
Niggas trying to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what?!
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats with gold tooths
Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rat
Er die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze Fl (Biggie) Mafia
Representin' Bil'cktown
Mack 11'K cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Now verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert Es
Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brooklyn
One for mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, ya'll still trying to get it
Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick trying to be like
All ya'll lame-ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I-double G-I-E
Ya'll niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma
Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not trying to give it up
B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged (him)
You love him, yell her name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie) Mafia
Representin' B fadcktown
(Mack 11'e) cocked back, niggas better duck do