Biggie Lyrics - Junior M.a.f.i.a

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 ya'll 

To all my niggaz 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 pullin things out 

Mafia World, all my niggaz max out 

We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out 

Coward niggaz, most are burried down south 

Far from gangstas, really hush puppies 

Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money 

Niggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny 

The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me 

Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids 

Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix 

A yo, 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 

Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz 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 Antartic 

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 spread things, take things 

Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring 

My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam 

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 

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 

For BIG I grip the cig, 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 thats the way it is 

for.. 

We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera 

Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers 

I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep... 

We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel 

B.K. style, see BIG howl, now 

Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world 

Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep... 

Niggaz 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 and bust for my nigga... 

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 

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 dragon, seven figures in my bank account 

All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it 

Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like... 

All ya'll 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 

Ya'll niggaz 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 ya'll help, we hold our own 

Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up 

BIG missin us, shout him out... 

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 

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