Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on, ♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ all that bickerin' beef
I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thunderin', shakin' the concrete
Then the ♥♥♥♥ 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
♥♥♥♥♥♥ know; the lyrical molesting is taking place
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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
♥♥♥♥♥♥ mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me, two Glock nines
Any ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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)