Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz, ask your friends who's the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"