(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta

Uhh, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh Verse One: Jay-Z We push the hottest V’s,

Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo Yo would you kill for me? Hmmm… yeah What took you so long to answer motherfucker?

~~~~~ No…fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my niggas know…Junior Mafia click, Gucci Don, you know how we play. Fuckin’ skanless-ass bitches. You know how it

Uhh, it’s the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh Nigga can’t tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my

I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know they soft like a

Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one Representin BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin It

*phone rings three times* Yo! Yo Big wake up wake up baby Mmm, yo… Yo Big wake yo’ ass up c’mon I’m

The world is filled, with pimps and hoes We’ll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can’t you see I’m just trying to be all I

Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones… the Clipse… B. I. G. Let’s go Niggaz in my faction don’t like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving

Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the

To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker

I’m sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I’m interrupted by a doorbell 3:52,

Now, who’s hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed

We’re here on Bad Boy television, and I’m Trevin Jones and I’ve been conversing with the Mad Rapper. And quite frankly — he’s very mad. We’re gonna TRY to

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga I’m stickin’ ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain’t that some shit? Am

Uncle Paulie, Big Ditti Caesar Leo DeGenero (yeahhh) Charlie Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shadiest, Frank Baby We here (do you know what beef is?) We ain’t goin nowhere

*phone rings* Yo *heavy breathing* Sup hello? *heavy breathing* Faith? Motherfucker *click* *phone rings* Yo Kill you

To my motherfuckin’ man, fifty grand, the alcholic man Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls,

*music fades in from “;Suicidal Thoughts”;* … me and her sister had somethin goin on (Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker?) I reach my peak, I can’t speak