[Puff Daddy] Bad Boy baby

[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah

Yeah

Junior M.A.F.I.A

Yeah

[Puff Daddy] Yeah

B.I.G. 2000

B.I.G. 2000 Born Again

Come on

Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy

The weak or the strong

Who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong

The weak or the strong

Who got it goin' on?

You're dead wrong

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke

Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer

The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers

"Hail Mary, full of grace"

Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag

And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act

Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors

Who's the one you call Mr. Macho

The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho

I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics

"Make up to break up" Niggas need to wake up

Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia

She don't remember shit, just the two hits

Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit

Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House Of Pain and Bobby Brown

I was Humpin' Around and Jump-in Around

Jacked her then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G"

Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 2: Eminem]

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin': horse's heads

Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism

Animals having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits

But I don't get into that, I kick the habit, I just

Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh

And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin'

I got a nine in my pocket, and baby I'm just

Dyin' to cock him

He's ready for war

I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw

My uz is as

Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before

I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before

Marshall will step in the door

I lay your head on the floor

With your body spread on the bedspread

Red on the wall

Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore

Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth

I'm dead wrong

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? (Or)

How many nuts to the center of your booty hole?

Hold on, shorty, cause I'm about to slap this groupie nigga

Jab this fluesy nigga, watch 'em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga

Spooky nigga, you gettin' skinny like you Pookie, nigga

Blood spill got you laggin' out like that soupie nigga

Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin' on the frank mic

Watch 'em dyin' slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color

My goons lay the flood, leave you layin', drippin' blood

Then ended up fingerfuckin' your mother at a strip club

We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden

Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother

Fuck it

We thug rugged to the tenth power

Like B.I.G. was listenin'

So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours

Another dick

Hear the click of my gun cock

Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box

Gimme that!

Twenty-focused and I'm sorry Campbell

I'm taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper (What?)

Repeat Chorus Til Fade