Unbelievable

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one

Representing BK to the fullest

Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking

Chickenheads be clucking in my bathroom fucking

It ain't nothing, they know Big be handling

With the mac in the Ac' door paneling

Damagin MC's, oxygen they can't breathe

Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe

Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high

And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches

Get smoked like dutches from the master

Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot

Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots

Who rock the spot? Biggie

You know how the weed go, unbelievable

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G

Get it? Biggie

Also known as the bon appetit

Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping

Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating

Dumb rappers need teaching

Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that

Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come come now

Why y'all so dumb now - hunt me or be hunted

I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways

To simmer saute, I'm the winner all day

Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway

My forte causes Caucasians to say

He sounds demented, car weed scented

If I said it, I meant it

Bite my tongue for no-one

Call me evil, or unbelievable

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes

Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?

Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear

MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me

Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream

One thousand grams of uncut to the gut

It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill

Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer

The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver

Get ready to die, tell God I said hi

And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC

Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable