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
Psalms 23 - No Fear
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