Lyrics:

You aight Big, give 'em about 16 bars
Set it off like this
All you niggas better leave the fuckin state, no need to masturbate
Fuckin with Biggie, it's time to castrate. it's clobberin time
When I rip rhymes I quench thirsts like Very Fine
And I'm still thirsty - niggas wanna hurt the six-pack maniac
Coke, tecs, and macs black
Check the stacks, what the fuck?
I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe
And I'm wicked with the slow-flow, y'know?
I'm pressin hard, I'm leavin creases
Cuttin up bodies and talkin to the pieces
If there's beef, I'm eatin meatless
Touch the bone, hit the dome, Al Capone
Get stoned off the blunt when it's filled with the skunk
Get drunk, and do a demolition to punk
And all chumps, that scream that my shit don't thump
They catch lumps and bumps, I'll put a shake in your rump