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It's Bad Boy b****, Scram Jones, the Clipse B I G, let's go

Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Hope you creeps got receipts
My peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
May you rest in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four, four, and fifty four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear s***'s official, only the Feds I fear

Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious

As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know where your going too
Just a memory everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know where your goin' too
Just a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the rims poke

Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop head coupe to dune buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing

Imagine the glamor that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, yes

On the flip side, the steel I'm gripping
You thought all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing

Do you know where your going too
Just a memory everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know where your goin' too
Just a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Check out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laundering the stoop
Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue

I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table

Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as long as I am able
This here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mother the price
She damn near sent me to my room

It's the M A L I C I O U S
You don't wanna try nigga, you next, uh

Do you know where your going too
Just a memory everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Do you know where your goin' too
Just a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you

Biggie Duets, Born Again, Life After Death
Legacy lives on and on, and on
These m************ still can't see you BIG
S*** you ain't even here
M************ better step their game up
Greatest of all time, greatest of all time, m************