Another Ruff One

[Verse]
The microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do
50 Grand on the Technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
The microphone, I'm rippin', the burner got the clip in
Slammin' MCs like Scottie Pippen
Sippin' on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin' on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmеtic
A thick stick and my dick
Makes me sick when you pick thе wick-wack rhyme, G
You get what you pumpin', a Tic-Tac times three
The B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups, I'm the Masked Avenger
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin' down everyone
Loot like Michael Jackson, kicks like Bo Jackson
Bitches like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew
Ooh, no frontin', no fakin' moves
Fightin' or fuckin', resort to the stick and move
Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine, 'cause I said it's me
Step to a big man grippin' the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Grand
And I give you my hand 'cause you deserve a pound
Tryin' to blow up the spot in my part of town
Raise because you get no praise
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides
B.I.G. down with O.G.B
Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
Knives in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on, there's a TEC in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on
Word is bond, I'm a don
I split 'em and run up in 'em, I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her
And it gets better, B.I.G. are the letters
Niggas know the pedi'

[Outro]
That's the end
What you want me to do? Damn!