NATTVAKT (Veritas non erubescit)
2009-12-19 05:07:10
It is me, the B.I.G.
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal cars, I'm not considered a thief
Until I started hustling on Fulton Street
Making loot, knockin boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
Jewels ain't all that, your clothes ain't all that
Chump, steppin to me is where you took that fall at!
Big has got the burner, that's unheard of
I stay "close to mine" like Tina or Turner
Quick to smother a punk mother****er undercover
Word to mother, I'm above ya!
And I love ya, cause you a sweet bitch
A crazy crab that might make my dick itch!
I flow looser than Luther
Once you get loose, the Big is a born trooper
Like ice cream I'll scoop ya
My music is when I get loose and stay dip
And unlock the booster
So what you gotta say?
I'll smack you, word is bond Like something full of surges I got it going on!
