Notorious...

Spit your game, talk your shitGrab your gat

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat...

(Swizzie)(Yall ready?)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat... call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat... call your clique

(Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York BIG, Twista, Bone...)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that shit, I got to light one

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Armed and dangerous, ain′t too many can bang with us

Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious

Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us

Y'all niggas be scramblin, gamblin

Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins

We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin

High off weed and lots of gin

So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins

Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game′ll do to you

Been in this shit since ninety-two

Look at all the bullshit I been through

Sure caught beef with you know who

Fuck a few female stars or two

Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit

Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause

Me and my dogs love to buck shit

Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim

No aspirations to quit the game

Spit yo′ game, talk yo' shit

Grab yo′ gat, call yo' click

Squeeze yo′ clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed, I got to light one

All them niggas I got ta fight one

All them hoes I got ta like one

Our situation is a tight one

Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

(Ladies and Gentlemen, Twista)

Makin money, livin marvelous

In God we trust

Don′t too many niggas wanna start with us

Got big guns in the cars with us

Bust at any mothafucka actin hard with us

They really wanna show you what a G.I.B

I′d rather be sippin Remy in V.I.P

We can hear the music and that'll be by me

Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G

Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checkin out the flow

You know it′s gon' reign with persistence

Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence

Let′s get it crackin, I love to bust flows

Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho

Do it for the city, I love Chicago

Calico's bumpin, I love to bust dough

You think you could spit on the mic

Like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I

Shit, it′s real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die

Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga

Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga

Cause the shit it get deep

So I carry big heat

Screamin "Come and get me"

Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie)

Free mils, I love to make one

All these cars, I love to ride one

All these hoes, I love to cut one

A tribute to Big, I love to bust one

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

(Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Lets go)

In the middle of the hour

Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamma′s

Nigga wanna battle, well I'll bomb ya

One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terra-cotta

Niggas always ready for the war

But they really don′t wanna see a nigga though

We can do em in a minute

Then we finish wit em

Hit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a sick ass flow

Doin it wit Swizz, oh no

You niggas is in some tro-o-uble

Somebody better call po-po

It's gonna be murder when I get to servin em verbally (Yea...)

Nigga yall heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me

And I′m classic, like Bird and Magic

Wit a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum

Double on the mag random

With the bullets I brand em

Finna hold the game ransom

Runnin up in your mansion, catch the man and flashin cannons (Let's go)

Niggas ain't ready for this one cause I′m on a mission to get even better believe it

I′m heavily heated It's easy to see me

If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C′mon... B.I.G.)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon)

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C′mon)

Notorious...

You just heard the sounds of the King of New York

Notorious...

B.I.G. (B.I.G.).

Notorious...

Notorious...

There's only one crown...