[00:11.272](I **** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) ×4--] Biggie Smalls
[00:20.790][ VERSE 1 ]Listen to me get busy on this track, big shots to Kenny Parker
[00:24.352]It sparked ya, marked ya, son, you'se marked for death
[00:26.997]You gots to be more Man than Meth to **** with Heath-
[00:29.894]Er B, be breakin down styles quite simply
[00:32.149]You're causin me, hold up, wait, bitches is forcin me
[00:34.860]To show that I'm the ruggeder, I keep 'em turnin yellower
[00:37.765]See me, say to yourself, "I can't **** with her"
[00:40.088]My rowdy nuccas got all things covered, what!
[00:43.101]Pick that time and that spot and we'll meet up
[00:45.428]I'm leavin bitches beat up, tell yo nucca roll his weed up
[00:48.131]Cause I'm yankin all you ass-stankin shorties
[00:50.806]By yo teeth, so keep yo comments brief
[00:53.347]The Lord-have-mercy's and the Oh-my-god's, plus the Please's
[00:55.822]You'll be sayin to your Jesus when my rhyme style releases
[00:58.547]So trick or lick a dick up, go find some ****in work
[01:01.199]Cause the only thing you gon' get around here is hurt
[01:03.839]No doubt (No doubt)
[01:04.655](I **** around and get hardcore) (hardcore)×4 --] Biggie Smalls
[01:13.759][ VERSE 2 ]Y'all remember 'Um Tang, Um Tang'?
[01:15.893]Well now nuccas holler 'Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!'
[01:18.374]This be a Jersey thang-thang, nothin but street slang
[01:21.301]Nothin but blunts hang from the lips of this lyricist
[01:24.461]You try and diss, it's a mistake but I'll excuse you
[01:27.634]Lose you, defuse you if you claim to be the bomb
[01:30.113]Y'all corny mothereffers and y'all slick-talkin heffers
[01:32.866]Y'all uppers and your lower lips need sewin together
[01:35.490]Y'all talk more shit than Al Sharpton when the mic on
[01:38.151]In person you'se a bitch with tight white panties on
[01:41.010]Bitch-ass, trick-ass, you can't rhyme
[01:43.204]Prepared me for take-off, I'm leavin niggas flatlined
[01:45.931]( *flatline* )
[01:50.472]I came with that eenie-meenie-minie-moe
[01:52.476]And caught a sleepin rapper by the toe
[01:54.343]I'm undisguised, you recognize me
[01:55.968]In the black jacket and boots made by Polo
[01:58.760]A sister that be rockin solo
[02:00.604]Over Thorough-Ass Bo, Tone flows with the two followed by three zeros
[02:05.071]In 2000 I ain't checkin for no heroes
[02:07.491]I just wanna sit back and count mad dinero
[02:10.175]And have the CREAM comin from my rear, yo
[02:12.605]I speak crystal-clear, so I know that you heard me
[02:15.763]Heather B be the one hollerin 'Jersey!'
[02:18.160]Chilltown up in this piece
[02:20.013]And the Coast be the mother****in East
[02:22.558]No doubt (No doubt)
[02:23.503](I **** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls
[02:43.144][ VERSE 3 ]I wanna be more Illmatic than Nas
[02:45.854]And have bitches breakin and 19in and maydayin like Das
[02:49.201]EFX, I set, then set off, then re-set
[02:51.833]Your whole sound set, your rhyme cipher or your blunt set
[02:54.591]Shit, why you stressin me, ock, what I do to you?
[02:57.158]Nothin gon' stop the rowdy type from puttin tools to you
[02:59.859]Baggy Guess wear his ass tear us by the frame
[03:02.123]Gettin ass to ass and smokin ganja by the basket
[03:04.961]Rowdy bastards, we better batter up
[03:07.491]It's time to leave more bodies splattered up
[03:09.214]Let's gather up, round up [Names]
[03:12.525]Grab a Phillie and a touch of the invincible wideout
[03:15.202]We gon' burn on three different crews, from three different hoods
[03:18.668]I don't know who lied and told you it was all good
[03:21.263]Not around here and that's word
[03:23.284]Leavin teeth on the corner and ass on the curb
[03:25.868]No doubt (No doubt)
[03:26.485](I **** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls