Microphone Murderer - The Notorious B.I.G.

A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo tape

'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh

This goin out to you nigga recognize

Yo 50, what’s this?

Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker

B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker

Make an appointment, schedule a interview

Because you know what Big Man’s about to do

50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak

Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak

The microphone — I’m rippin', the burner got the clip in

Slammin MC’s like Scottie Pippen

Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole

Puffin on dime bags and I been told

My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic

A thick stick and my dick

Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G

You get what you pumpin is Tic-Tac time Z

B.I.G.

moves swifter than a ninja

Even on stickups I’m the masked avenger

Keep my eyes open and the case closed

No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed

Just the heavyset one with the big gun

And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone

Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson

Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew

Oooh!

No frontin, no fakin moves

Fightin or fuckin, resort to the stick and move

Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree

Rhyme is mine cause I said it’s me

Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand

Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'

And, I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound

Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town

Braves, because you get no praise

I treat you like a derelict with AIDS

Recognize, I don’t fuck with the St. Ides

B.I.G.

down with O.G.B

Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me

The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy

Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand

You want it to be on, there’s a Tec in the garbage can

I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields

Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on

Word is bond I’m a don~!

I split 'em and run up in 'em I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em

I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better

B.I.G.

are the letters

Niggas know the pedi'…

That’s the end!

What you want me to do?

DAMN~!