Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Murderer, artist - The Notorious B.I.G..
Date of issue: 12.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Microphone Murderer |
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 |
B.I.G.'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 |
B.I.G. |
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 fuckin, 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, because you get no praise |
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS |
Recognize, I don’t fuck with the St. Ides |
B.I.G. |
down with O.G.B |
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 fuck 'em and then I duck 'em |
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better |
B.I.G. |
are the letters |
Niggas know the pedi'… |
That’s the end! |
What you want me to do? |
DAMN~! |