Think Big (feat. B.I.G. & Lord Tariq)

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" You think big you get big, champagne and Moet You can party til you sweat, the money's yours to get Cash in abundance, paper stacks in the hundreds One thousand for the gators, hard stares for the traitors I be a thang slinger, body boom here come the banger Your mother should have pulled you out with a fucking hanger Word up, what's your motherfucking deal, nigga Fuck Polo, you can call me Tommy Real Nigga To all emcees that envy that's trying Never me and you, take it easy like Mad Lion If you mess with me, your family Will be missing you like we miss EPMD But if you don't believe me you can come and see me though And you sure will be over just like Arsenio I come-a-calling, you niggas be stalling I got the unbelievable like my nigga Smalls and Release date, man I can't wait That ass getting cash like a New York nigga out of state To the ladies don't waste your time Only 69 that I do is 69 Give you drama like 2Pac so you gots to give me dap For fun, putting 'em on the run like Kool G Rap Like Michael Jackson off the wall for y'all I'm making people forget you like R Kelly did to Aaron Hall In God we trust, in hoes we lust In clothes and cash and cars a must Yo I'm the 86 survivor so bear witness to my theme I only play with my team, two hundred thousand in my dream Bitches love this curly headed threat, far from a herb Draw my nigga and I squeeze for Gs quicker than a serve I got styles for miles the Bronx and Harlem runner-up You think big you get big, I want it all fuck a cut Yo fuck beepers, fuck hustling for sneakers and car speakers Give me cars and stores to transform this drug caper Hustling money's dead kid I want Arab and Jew paper And now I'm the sheik the Lord Tariq So let the resurrected Willie speak cause I'd rather die upon my feet My dress code explodes, paying hundreds for jeans Yo I could play a pair of Lees and reign Willie Supreme BBS ride the ave beside the African gypsy cab driver While I let you check the style of a survivor (MacGyver) Your shit is smothered yo I got New York covered End of story, I'm the last and there will be never be another Motherfucker