Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.) - 2005 Remaster

Queen Bee, and 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, yea

To all my niggas in the house

Bad Boy, who we die for

All day, everyday nigga

For the love of BIG, 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 burried down south

Far from gangstas, really hush puppies

niggas bearly speak when we discuss money

niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny

The realest niggas never took nuthin' 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

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown

MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For BIG 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, waitin' 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 spray things, take things

Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring

My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean

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

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

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown

MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earings, 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

We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera

Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers

I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep

We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough

B.K. style, see BIG howl, now

Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World

Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep

Niggas tryin' 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 wit gold tooths

Know my gat will bust for my nigga

To all my thugs who puffed 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

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown

MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z

Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe

My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn

One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for

You know Frank kept me iced out

Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account

All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it

Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like

All y'all 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

Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma

Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten

We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own

'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up

BIG lives in us, shout him out

To all my thugs who puffed 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

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown

MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

To all my thugs who puffed 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