{Intro]
(Biggie Smalls is the illest)
(Biggie Smalls is the illest)
(Biggie Smalls is the--Biggie--Biggie Smalls is the illest)
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick; you know how black n*ggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at n*ggas that open spots
On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn, a n*gga's style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n*gga want to act out
I just black out, and blow they motherf*cking back out
That's a real n*gga for ya
[Hook: Phish]
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread want to riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
That's a real n*gga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the DA, cause f*ck what she say
She don't give a f*ck about your ass anyway
Up north, bound first stop for the town
Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha
[Hook: Phish]
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n*gga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the b*tches want to see a n*gga
I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid
Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
I'd rather beat my di*k than trick
And if she don't suck, then we don't f*ck
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex after two or three Becks
As I wreck sh*t, what the f*ck you expected?
A fly guy? Well f*ck it, I'm the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
And when Jake come, I'm leaving
[Hook: Phish]
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one
But you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
[Outro: Phish]
What's the difference between me and you?
{Gunshot}