[intro - Biggie Sound & (Havoc)] The damn music that goes into this crib Welcome to my crib! (The Biggie Sound and M.O.B.B.) [Biggie Sound] Burstin'
I'm going down I'm eating it like? Knocking on my dressing room Just to get freaking chris She spillin my chris Freakin on my fresh fit Curve That's when get
a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em That's word to my son little Jay, my little homey Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
So shit sounds right I rhyme of death And darkness and danger Your crib or car Becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds
my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper I lowride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust New York and Philly are
these streets, survive in these streets Niggaz get high, niggaz die in the streets Fuck that, I roll up on the side of ya jeep In the range asking for change, hidin my heat Get
buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread
, gots to give me it Gettin? off my rocks Can I just get a taste of it, It makes me crazy cravin? it, All in my face and I make sure I put my name in
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
Benz, a ninja cap New York will always be the Biggie Smalls crib Here the sound will always be present on the street [chorus: Bigg Sound] Going back
That nigga with a black cape and a hook It was the Bigg, note these tactics on his book The effects will be drastic So check it! it's Mr. Fantastic [chorus: Biggie Sound
[The Biggie Sound] C'mon man! [verse 1: Biggie Sound] You see 'em back in the hood Take a look at how my lifestyle changed up My money get up Listen
, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" What
that Mercedes [chorus: Biggie Sound][3X] Try, try.. Nigga pussy, now cry! (New York!) [verse2: Biggie Sound] You don't know, but I'm at crib with that
, oh man I'm like a gangsta In Limozine, my Ak will sneeze Don't be my friend, my belt is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh) No paper, no a bitch to get you to
[intro: Biggie Sound] Thugz.. Some epic, somethin' special will happen Rick Slim (wooooooo) [chorus: Biggie Sound] At the end of the rain when the sun
a zip Breakin' the street and gettin' in my crib [chorus - Big Sound] Aww nigga know that I'm strong "Yo Big, you're dead wrong" Imagine Biggie and Biggie