Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thunderin', shakin' the concrete Then the shit stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school, new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn, like 'Disco Inferno' Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know the lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me, two Glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm) And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest) You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this)

The notorious big warning