Guaranteed Raw

[Intro]

Chill Twan, damn man!

That nigga Big got somethin to say?

Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah... yeah...

Special shoutout to my man

MC Homicide and DJ Fatal

Twin one and two my man Milk

My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew

Y'all know how we flow

And I'mma drop it like this y'all

Oh what a feeling! Drivin in my four by four

Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door

Chrome trimming, with the smoke tint

Givin chumps a hit, as I count my mint

Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note

All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote

Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed

Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy

Pass to D, or maybe movin solo

Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no

Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw

Live in action, guaranteed raw!

"Who's coming through? Y'all know who!"

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated

Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated

Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street

To drop a rhyme to a funky beat

Expellin MC's as if I was at Sarah J

Or boys and girls at any school around the way

Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal

Hard to beat, damn near invincible

Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life

Makin money smokin mics like crack pipes

Flippin bombs, stayin calm, givin my people my palm

And sayin rhymes to set off the alarm!

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 motherfucker

Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya

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

A crazy crab, you might 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

Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster

So what'cha got to say? This mackin word is bond

There's no other assumption, I got it goin on

I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this

Even my mother, be noddin her head to this

Makes her proud to see her one son get loud

Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4

Live in action, guaranteed RAW

Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya

As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew

See, they popped on ya like a kernel

You didn't realize that the beef was eternal

Internal injury that's what you're soon to see

B.I.G. keep company

Sometimes in my waist, if they come opponent

Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and

I'm floatin, to your punk part of town

Anybody frontin, they better duck down

Don't get mad cause I grazed ya

You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit

Shit, I was aimin for the melon

But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4

Live in action, guaranteed RAW

And you don't stop, and you don't stop

You keep on

To my man Milk, and Thai

Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect

[Outro]

Most definitely

Sent a shout on

To the freestyle Born Allah

Yeah that bum-ass nigga from Avenue Q

(Yeah yeah)