Song Lyrics

Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it y'all, yea
To all my niggas in the house
Bad Boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga

For the love of BIG, we bang out
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
Mafia World, all my niggas max out
We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
Coward niggas, most are burried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
Rock ice, stay jig, f*ck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
F*ck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat will bust for my nigga

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
BIG lives in us, shout him out

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Allan Wayne Felder, Christopher Wallace, James Fisher, Nashiem Sa-allah Myrick, Norman Ray Harris, Ronald Baker, Norman Harris, Allan Felder, J Fisher, James Lloyd, Kim Jones, Nashiem Myrick, A Spain

The duration of Biggie is 5:22 minutes and seconds.