B.I.G Said It Best

Intro: Notorious B.I.G You paranoid and you think cos i know how niggas is When you are in the streets and you hustling you know how niggas is cos you was one of them niggas you know what im saying? You on the corner you tryna get your money you see a nigga row up by in a Benzo or a Bimma you like fuck that nigga you know what I’m saying? [Verse 1: Flippa] Rapping from the heart they just rapping in vain Going over heads like im writing on planes My rap is insane, real hands testify Reaching for the stars you would think I’m trynna touch the sky Looking into the future with better eyes Even when i fall i stand tall like the letter I I’m Luther king in search of Coretta Scott Rappers aim for the top but I’ve got a better shot So i let it fly like a pelican Tell a story in my verse like the New Testament Like a new specimen i put em to the test Underestimate nobody but it’s a few that i respect See my bars gory, style prolly leave the track bodied Bring it back! more heat when im ripping tracks Flip is wack? Irony Your verse got five dudes yawning Blaze rappers in the maze their bars too corny [B.I.G Interlude 1] Ready to die was 95 per cent a chronic. 5 per cent of me All the rest of that shit was the weed mahn All that suicidal thought shit all that extra shit that niggas ain't really supposed to be talking about, that was the weed talking mahn. Blame it on the lot [Verse 2: Flippa] Yeah. I trynna be where the top is, be the topic Of discussion be the reason why they talking Independent mind state like Nkrumah’s off springs Haters plot but we stay on top like cufflinks Me and my homies bosses, at least in our mind still See no competition i just wanna bring the price home So ride along or stay clear off my path Just read the signs (Science), stay clear off the math The future bright i can tell you what it’s looking like I handle bars like I’m riding Suzuki bikes If you don’t see me on the throne you ain't looking right You shouldn’t try, couldn’t catch-up if you booked a flight Right? I ride on till the road ends Competition can’t stand me like i broke legs I let the ink spill like a brother broke pens Cos all i got is rich dreams and some broke friends [B.I.G Interlude 2] Fuck! If i was dead i wouldn’t have to worry about nothing I could just lay up either I would be in heaven or hell I just be laying the fuck up just chilling I wouldn’t have to worry about no problems That’s what i was on, I wasn’t on no killing ma self shit I was just saying if i was dead i would be a lot better off And sometimes i still be feeling like that Murfuckers wanna stress a nigga out [Verse 3: Flippa] Look! I’m trynna make it big like a calorie Always keep it real they just Halloween In every song every bar every verse keep haters in check like a salary I’m probably top 5 in your top 5's top 5 So ahead of my peers like i stopped time For the green we just speed at the stop sign Young David with sling throwing roc signs When i write, earn stripes like a zebra, i dare you to cross me They running out of luck at god speed, tell em niggas godspeed Peep the rhyme scheme, if you got drive I’m the car keys See them coming up short like khakis Raise the bar y'all ain't never too deep Truthfully you too weak, we fourteen days apart