Lyrics:
The Biggie Sound Who Are U

Many, many, I said many men are dyin' [chorus] You only think about beating me You only think about beating me I'm flyin', I'm flyin' And you are dyin

M E R A P P E R whose style's O L D I'm N E W for Y O U Any C R E W paralyzin' vowels A-E-I-O-U nothin', you're frontin' and rappers almost Q U I C K to T A L K Some are

gun-barrel and steppin' with pride on the block We are the real killaz (down!) We pulled the triggers Earn money and destroyed their niggas I don't want to know who

the Big Sound [Biggie Sound & (MC Quita)] (You-Go-Down-All-Big-Sound!) Com'on! (You-Go-Down-All-Big-Sound!) You Down, down! You down, down! [Biggie Sound & (MC Quita)] (Big Sound

but I'm lovin' [verse 2 - Biggie Sound] A heart in tha sky, I paid the Air Force Surprise! Look at me, down, here in the Porsche Kiss dear! Gotta go! I'm no Paco! Biggie

got style, style I got Guess who's on top [bridge] Damn! damn! I have the right way to make money talk My letter glitters gold! Shakin' all over New York [verse 2] My fingers are

to dance?) [Biggie Sound] We two will live many dreams Sunset in Brazil, will see better dayz I like your way, no matter what you say Fuck those people who are

how it feel, when them things hit You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit *spit* *spit* It sound like spit Now what sound like this, but

he big-headed Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas