B.I.G

Yes it’s me, the B.I.G

Competition ripper ever since 13

Used to steal clothes was considered a thief

Until I started hustlin’ on Fulton Street

Makin’ loot, knockin’ boots on the regular

Pass the microphone I’m the perfect competitor

Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that

Chumps steppin’ to me, that’s where they took a FALL at!

B.I.G. without burner, that’s unheard of

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner

Quick to smother, a punk motherf*cker

Undercover, word to mother, I’m above ya

And I love ya, cause you’re a sweet bitch

A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch

I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta

B.I.G. is a born trooper

Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta