Notorious B.I.G.: Oh my lord

[Kleptomaniac]Why niggaz wanna clock me?like that dance called the chachiDon't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like RockyPart I, part II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with meMy style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?)Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreckStickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discotequesIt's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shitStayin high representin for the nine-quintRas bad guy, burns the house down like Left EyeWhy try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphorsCanin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wardsthan Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leatherson the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin atrick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurtRobbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'Life interceptor, pussy collectorGot your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin herCheck enough sex in her, my styles are regularJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senatorHook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"[Notorious B.I.G.]Throw gats to *Guiliani*Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die GDangerous, since my daddy bust me outthe tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shitSpit clips, niggaz split like bananasFlavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peachI strangle each -- negro for they doughNiggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin560 V-12 engine, women spinninin 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and NatashaThe menage-a-trois around my waistlike Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac'sWindows cracked, so sit back relaxYo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stashHook: repeat 4X[Kleptomaniac]What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealthIndecisive thoughts make sentences get dealtMoney makes the world go round, robbin shitFuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffsAll-wheel automobiles, traction controlfor clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin gameon the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)Money on my mind, open lips from my eyesreveal pupils shaped like dollar signs --[Notorious B.I.G.]-- the world is mine!Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pelletsBIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threatYour whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signerNigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dashThree G's in the stash, see we love the cashNo coke, then get some moreHook[Kleptomaniac]Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't knowhow complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexusesand the sex is for summer sportsPassports for drug transports to remote resortsBitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure bootsHaircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutesMy lyrics explicitGot bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit[Notorious B.I.G.]If Biggie bring big bowls of beefbackin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of beliefCommon thief, slash drug chief, syndicatedWent from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate itJ.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmaresElectric chairs, which MC's do you fear?Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff saidNiggaz disrespect just are dead...