16 Bars

Cut that shit off man
What you’re about to see comin next is Rhyme for rhyme (??)
The nigga that’s represented me Rhyme for rhyme
in ninety-three
Let a Bad Boy wreck dog, give it here
Give it up for my man
Give it here
You aight Big, give 'em about 16 bars
Set it off like this
All you niggaz better leave the fuckin state, no need to masturbate
Fuckin with Biggie, it’s time to castrate. it’s clobberin time
When I rip rhymes I quench thirsts like Very Fine
and I’m still thirsty — niggaz wanna hurt the, six-pack, maniac
Coke, tecs, and macs black
Check the stacks, what the fuck?
I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe
And I’m wicked with the slow-flow, y’know?
I’m pressin hard, I’m leavin creases
Cuttin up bodies and talkin to the pieces
Touch the bone, hit the dome, Al Capone
Get stoned off the blunt when it’s filled with the skunk
Get drunk, and do a demolition to punk
And all chumps, that scream that my shit don’t thump
They catch lumps and bumps, I’ll put a shake in your rump