Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Wayne Felder
Songwriter
Antoine Spain
Songwriter
Jamel Fisher
Songwriter
James Lloyd
Songwriter
Kimberly Jones
Songwriter
Norman Ray Harris
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Ronald Baker
Songwriter
John Bahler
Songwriter
Wes Farrell
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominick Mancuso
Assistant Engineer
Joe Perrera
Recording Engineer
Nashiem Myrick
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Queen Bee
And Notorious B.I.G. ****
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
[Verse 2]
That's how we do it ya'll
Yeah, to all my **** in the house
Bad Boy
Who we die for
All day, every day, ****
[Verse 3]
For the love of B.I.G., we bang out (Biggie)
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pulling things out
Mafia World, all my **** max out (Biggie)
We Bad Boys, why ya'll **** cracked out
Coward ****, most are buried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
**** barely speak when we discuss money (Biggie)
[Verse 4]
**** stay yapping when there's always something funny
The realest **** never took nothing from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with **** that got drunk, and hate kids
Got **** on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (Biggie)
A yo, Biggie taught me well
Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel (Biggie)
[Verse 5]
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
**** please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie)
Mafia
[Verse 6]
Representing Bucktown
MAC-11's cocked back, **** better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring (Biggie)
[Verse 7]
For B.I.G. I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
I'm quick to finish it, you're good to start it (Biggie)
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waiting for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams (Biggie)
[Verse 8]
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings
From the summer for the winter to spring
My **** ill's holdin it down for the beam
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name (Biggie)
[Verse 9]
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
**** please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie)
Mafia
[Verse 10]
Representing Bucktown
MAC-11's cocked back, **** better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring (Biggie)
[Verse 11]
For B.I.G. I grip the cig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz
That's the way I was raised and that's the way it is (Biggie)
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jokes with police scanners, **** mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of **** that wear bandanas and rep (Biggie)
[Verse 12]
We kept it thorough, from the heart, repped the barrel
B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now
Let's see who, wanna go against Mafia world
**** nothing but squirrels, they know we rep (Biggie)
**** tryna get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, **** what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat and bust for my **** (Biggie)
[Verse 13]
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
**** please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie)
Mafia
Representin Bucktown
MAC-11's cocked back, **** better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[Verse 14]
Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z (Biggie)
Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brooklyn
One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for (Biggie)
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all still tryna get
Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryna be like (Biggie)
[Verse 15]
All ya'll lame ass **** keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Ya'll **** can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma
Who you love? For the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryna give it up
B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out (Biggie)
[Verse 16]
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
**** please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie)
Mafia
[Verse 17]
Representing Bucktown
MAC-11's cocked back, **** better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
(Biggie)
[Verse 18]
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
Written by: Alan Wayne Felder, Antoine Spain, Christopher Wallace, Jamel Fisher, James Lloyd, John Bahler, Kimberly Jones, Nasheim Myrick, Norman Ray Harris, Ronald Baker, Wes Farrell