Stretch, Bobbito, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggie Freestyle lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Stretch, Bobbito, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggie Freestyle lyrics]
Got Notorious BIG in the house, what's up?
Ain't nothin', love, just
Chillin', just chillin', you know?
Aight, what's up, yo, you rolled up here
You know what I'm sayin'?
You ready, you ready to rip shit?
Yeah, I was lookin' for them
Bronx Zoo brothers, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Junior Mafia's in the house
We gon' go like this, yo, here we go
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When BIG appear on the
Scene niggas get scared
No, I'm not the stick up man
I don't want the rings on your hand
I don't understand
When I come through the avenue
I must know voodoo
'Cause all eyes are on you know who
And my so-called friends beg for
Еnds for me to lend
But this bank roll they won't spеnd
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed' em
When they come to "What's up?"
The peace sign is how I greet 'em
Sometimes they won't get that
Sweatin' me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat
Open your eyes and realize ain't
No sugar in my tank out of all my friends
There's just one I wanna thank
My man Big D taught me
A lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A Train
That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib
You know she got to strip
Stay dipped, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I'ma skippa, like a captain
Rapping is my specialty and the best is me
So the rest'll see BIG don't need no practice
I'm like a sharpshooter
Shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak
Even the strong don't last long
'Cause I'm Brooklyn born, baby bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort
I do smoke Newports, when I get stressed
I grab my vest put a MC to the test, quick
Especially if he talk slick
About who he flipped and whipped
I trip up competition
Name a cross who stepped to the big boss
You know of course they took a loss
Stepping to Big and the Hitman 50 Grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand, you need a hand
My man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said, "Chill
" I wasn't saying LL's rhyme
I was telling ya not to tear up
'Cause he will rip up
I'm telling ya not to erupt
'Cause he's just as corrupt as a DJ should be
50 Grand, and I'm the BIG in full effect
Ain't nothin', love, just
Chillin', just chillin', you know?
Aight, what's up, yo, you rolled up here
You know what I'm sayin'?
You ready, you ready to rip shit?
Yeah, I was lookin' for them
Bronx Zoo brothers, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Junior Mafia's in the house
We gon' go like this, yo, here we go
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When BIG appear on the
Scene niggas get scared
No, I'm not the stick up man
I don't want the rings on your hand
I don't understand
When I come through the avenue
I must know voodoo
'Cause all eyes are on you know who
And my so-called friends beg for
Еnds for me to lend
But this bank roll they won't spеnd
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed' em
When they come to "What's up?"
The peace sign is how I greet 'em
Sometimes they won't get that
Sweatin' me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat
Open your eyes and realize ain't
No sugar in my tank out of all my friends
There's just one I wanna thank
My man Big D taught me
A lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A Train
That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib
You know she got to strip
Stay dipped, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I'ma skippa, like a captain
Rapping is my specialty and the best is me
So the rest'll see BIG don't need no practice
I'm like a sharpshooter
Shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak
Even the strong don't last long
'Cause I'm Brooklyn born, baby bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort
I do smoke Newports, when I get stressed
I grab my vest put a MC to the test, quick
Especially if he talk slick
About who he flipped and whipped
I trip up competition
Name a cross who stepped to the big boss
You know of course they took a loss
Stepping to Big and the Hitman 50 Grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand, you need a hand
My man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said, "Chill
" I wasn't saying LL's rhyme
I was telling ya not to tear up
'Cause he will rip up
I'm telling ya not to erupt
'Cause he's just as corrupt as a DJ should be
50 Grand, and I'm the BIG in full effect