No Biggie
Ayo I'll chop you up in 16 pieces
In front of your nieces
While I'm eating Reeses
And won't even offer 'em any
Yes I spit plenty
This is east coast flow at it's finest
In the studio where you'll find us
Put a bullet where your spine is
At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning bout English
Big L was teaching ebonics
I spit fire so demonic
Writing code like I made Sonic
A jedi master
Break and sit down like old plaster
No medication for this track
cuz this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like casino
Fold your pockets, micro chips
Uh, mother fucker I dare you to test it
Hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested
In a double breasted Louis Vuitton
Diamond encrusted tailor made suit
Uh, now that's all Sinatra everything
I explode like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmo
There's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping cognac
Mafietic mentality introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill, mics like Conrad Murray
I get loose when sipping goose
And rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose
Whoop ass like Bruce
No time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic addict
I spit 16's so erratic
You think it was a semi automatic
I know by now you thinking
Oh my God he let 'em have it
But that was just a loan
Time to collect like I'm Capone
Reap what I've sewn
In other words there is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking Marijuone
If you thinking that this shit is whack well then you're dead wrong
Cuz for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets
For the whipping for the sheets
Cuz this is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm young Sinatra
Backstage chilling with Bobby Soxers
I gotcha