[Notorious B.I.G.]
  Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
  Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
  and it was on from there
  The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
  (What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)
  Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
  Them niggaz was packin burners
  Them niggaz was ready to fight
  whatever we had to do holmes
  Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
  It was just comin out like a motherfucker
  The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!
  
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  Come on motherfuckers, come on
  
  [samples play over second half of chorus]
  "Man what you fuck doin over here?"
  "Are you awake now?"
  "Hell yah I'm awake man;
  now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
  "Looks like the competition stopped by
  to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
  
  [Sadat X]
  Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
  off the baldhead, everything is real
  Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
  Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven
  Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
  with 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat
  Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM
  A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
  Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
  Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
  and that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to
  Do you like the things that I bring?
  {*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
  Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
  
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  [Sadat X]
  What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
  when I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot
  Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
  Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed
  Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block
  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
  Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts
  The big city it don't spare no bodies
  Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts
  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
  Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock
  I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit
  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
  
  Chorus
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  Uhh
  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
  You can't touch my riches
  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
  HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
  I tote guns, I make number runs
  I give emcees the runs drippin;
  when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
  My slow flows remarkable
  Peace to Matteo
  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
  That's crazy blunts, mad L's
  My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
  Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
  So you better grab your pistol
  cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
  And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
  Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
  Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
  a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga
  
  Chorus