A whole lotta niggas want Big
To make a demo tape
'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh
This goin out to you nigga recognize
Yo 50, what's this?
Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
BIG's on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do
50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
The microphone - I'm rippin'
The burner got the clip in
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
Flippin on Old Gold
Cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick
Chinese arithmetic a thick stick and my dick
Makes me sick when you pick
The whick-whack rhyme G
You get what you pumpin is Tic Tac time Z
BIG moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone
Loot like Michael Jackson kicks
Like Bo Jackson benz like Freddie Jackson
No need to ask in the crew
Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves
Fightin or f*ckin
Resort to the stick and move
Smack the fool that disagree
Recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me
Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'
And, I give you my hand
Cause you deserve a pound
Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town
Braves, Microphone Murderer because you
Get no praise
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
Recognize, I don't f*ck with the St ides
BIG down with OGB old Gold Brothers for the
Others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on
There's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields
Brooke Shields shelley Long, Connie Chung
I can go on and on word is bond I'm a don'!
I split 'em and run up in 'em I
F*ck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her
And it gets better bIG are the letters
Niggas know the pedi'
That's the end! What you want
Me to do? DAMN'!
The Notorious BIG - Microphone Murderer Lyrics
The Notorious BIG - Microphone Murderer Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
A whole lotta niggas want Big
To make a demo tape
'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh
This goin out to you nigga recognize
Yo 50, what's this?
Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
BIG's on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do
50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
The microphone - I'm rippin'
The burner got the clip in
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
Flippin on Old Gold
Cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick
Chinese arithmetic a thick stick and my dick
Makes me sick when you pick
The whick-whack rhyme G
You get what you pumpin is Tic Tac time Z
BIG moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone
Loot like Michael Jackson kicks
Like Bo Jackson benz like Freddie Jackson
No need to ask in the crew
Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves
Fightin or f*ckin
Resort to the stick and move
Smack the fool that disagree
Recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me
Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'
And, I give you my hand
Cause you deserve a pound
Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town
Braves, Microphone Murderer because you
Get no praise
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
Recognize, I don't f*ck with the St ides
BIG down with OGB old Gold Brothers for the
Others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on
There's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields
Brooke Shields shelley Long, Connie Chung
I can go on and on word is bond I'm a don'!
I split 'em and run up in 'em I
F*ck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her
And it gets better bIG are the letters
Niggas know the pedi'
That's the end! What you want
Me to do? DAMN'!
To make a demo tape
'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh
This goin out to you nigga recognize
Yo 50, what's this?
Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
BIG's on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do
50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
The microphone - I'm rippin'
The burner got the clip in
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
Flippin on Old Gold
Cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick
Chinese arithmetic a thick stick and my dick
Makes me sick when you pick
The whick-whack rhyme G
You get what you pumpin is Tic Tac time Z
BIG moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone
Loot like Michael Jackson kicks
Like Bo Jackson benz like Freddie Jackson
No need to ask in the crew
Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves
Fightin or f*ckin
Resort to the stick and move
Smack the fool that disagree
Recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me
Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'
And, I give you my hand
Cause you deserve a pound
Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town
Braves, Microphone Murderer because you
Get no praise
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
Recognize, I don't f*ck with the St ides
BIG down with OGB old Gold Brothers for the
Others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on
There's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields
Brooke Shields shelley Long, Connie Chung
I can go on and on word is bond I'm a don'!
I split 'em and run up in 'em I
F*ck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her
And it gets better bIG are the letters
Niggas know the pedi'
That's the end! What you want
Me to do? DAMN'!
Writer: DAVID PORTER, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC