Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
DJ I-Roc
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Mack
Songwriter
Mario Winans
Songwriter
Rob Herbert
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Tony Dofat
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mario Winans
Co-Producer
Chris "Cornbread" Cresco
Assistant Engineer
Dominick Mancuso
Assistant Engineer
Tony Dofat
Original Producer
Ed Raso
Mixing Engineer
P. Diddy
Producer
Clemont "Cash Us Clay" Mack
Producer
Ramahn "Jer-Z" Herbert
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 2]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Small rips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black **** get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's
Hitting' buckshots at **** that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn, a **** style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a **** wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin' back out
That's a real **** for ya
[Verse 3]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 4]
Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real **** for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script
And rip your lawyer, spit at the DA, 'cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass, anyway
Up north, bound first stop for the town of Fishkill
Where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Yo G, pass the buddha
[Verse 5]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 6]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 7]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke comin' out the nose, is all a **** knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow, clockin' the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the bitches wanna see a ****
I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid
Or since I got loot, I wanna knock boots
I'd rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex after the two or three Becks
I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
A fly guy, well fuck it, I'm the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
And your nose even, when I choke ya, you stop breathin'
And when Jake come, I'm leavin'
[Verse 8]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 9]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 10]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 11]
To all my Brooklyn ****
To all my uptown ****
To all my Bronx ****
To all my Queensbridge ****
[Verse 12]
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[Verse 13]
Ayo Big, what's up man? It's Short man
Heard you in Miami, boy give me a call
Got some bitches man, I got eight bitches
I got some chronic, I got the keys to Luke's crib
****, that **** ain't going to be here for two weeks
Hit me up dude, hit me up, it's Short man, it's Short
Holla at me, aight
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Craig Mack, Mario Winans, Rob Herbert, Sean Combs, Tony Dofat