Pudgee tha Phat Bastard, The Notorious B.I.G., Lord Tariq - Think Big (Dirty Version) lyrics

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs disappear with my bitch in
A Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you
I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
Niggas is assed out like
Fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips
Bought slugs to fill clips
Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega
Street Fighter I I i'm inviting you
Bring your writing crew and
They dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in the 600
Benz, ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots
Niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried
To kill us"

You think big you get big, champagne and Moet
You can party til you sweat
The money's yours to get cash in abundance
Paper stacks in the hundreds
One thousand for the gators
Hard stares for the traitors

I be a thang slinger
Body boom here come the banger
Your mother should have pulled you
Out with a fucking hanger
Word up, what's your motherfucking deal
Nigga
Fuck Polo, you can call me Tommy Real Nigga
To all emcees that envy that's trying
Never me and you, take it easy like Mad Lion
If you mess with me, your family
Will be missing you like we miss EPMD
But if you don't believe me you
Can come and see me though
And you sure will be over just like Arsenio
I come-a-calling, you niggas be stalling
I got the unbelievable like
My nigga Smalls and
Release date, man I can't wait
That ass getting cash like a New
York nigga out of state
To the ladies don't waste your time
Only 69 that I do is 69
Give you drama like 2Pac so you
Gots to give me dap for fun
Putting 'em on the run like Kool G Rap
Like Michael Jackson off the wall for y'all
I'm making people forget you like R
Kelly did to Aaron Hall

In God we trust, in hoes we lust
In clothes and cash and cars a must
Yo I'm the 86 survivor so
Bear witness to my theme
I only play with my team
Two hundred thousand in my dream
Bitches love this curly headed threat
Far from a herb
Draw my nigga and I squeeze for
Gs quicker than a serve
I got styles for miles the
Bronx and Harlem runner-up
You think big you get big
I want it all fuck a cut yo fuck beepers
Fuck hustling for sneakers and car speakers
Give me cars and stores to
Transform this drug caper
Hustling money's dead kid I want
Arab and Jew paper
And now I'm the sheik the Lord Tariq
So let the resurrected Willie speak cause
I'd rather die upon my feet
My dress code explodes
Paying hundreds for jeans
Yo I could play a pair of
Lees and reign Willie Supreme
BBS ride the ave beside the
African gypsy cab driver
While I let you check the style of a survivor
(MacGyver) your shit is smothered yo I
Got New York covered end of story
I'm the last and there will
Be never be another motherfucker