[Verse 1]
You must not have heard of me
Bitch, I'm the kid from the gutter
I'm coming out this motherfucker
I ain't playing with bustas
You pussy asses in my path
Well then I'm gonna crush ya
I'm just stating the facts
I'm Hispanic, I'll cut ya
And the white side of me is also interior killing
And the blacker side of me is what you're lyrically feeling
So if you ride with me
Prepare to bare with a villain
You fucking faggots fuck around and I'ma burry your children
And this is no joke homie
This is my real life
Since I would die for it, then I'm finna kill for this mic
And what you cowards look like?
Try to get you a bite
This is my meal ticket, y'all ain't eating tonight
Prick, I don't give a dick
I'm on some Killa Maul shit
If you think to fuck me over
I'll cut off your balls quick
Fuck a soldier, captain, admiral, and a lieutenant
Attention!
This is general Gad to the Jet

[Chorus]
When I flow, people know
They ain't got it like me
Notorious on this mic
So B-I-G
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
I keep these rappers shaking like Muhammad Ali


[Verse 2]
This is an emergency?
Ooh I done flipped my wig
And I don't give a shit about trying to pimp my crib
I leave it messy like I leave you messy messing with me
That's what you get for stressing second guess and testing a G
A to the D-J
E to the T
I spell it out even though I know
You probably can't read
Illiterate, inconsiderate bastards around me
Ignorant, not intelligent enough to clown me
Those idiots idolizing illusions on TV
Imbeciles imitating with no identity
See my skills and my flow
They both run so deep
Wanna compete?
Meet me on this fucking mic and we'll see
I'm nice and I'm clean
Yet mean and filthy
I'm dirty and I'm pretty
And it's disgusting
From one extreme to the next
And all in between
I'm everything that you wanna be
But can't
In your dreams

[Chorus]
When I flow, people know
They ain't got it like me
Notorious on this mic
So B-I-G
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
I keep these rappers shaking like Muhammad Ali


[Verse 3]
You gotta get surgery?
I ain't playing with fuckers
Displaying the ruckus
Till their body sprain to smuckas
Strawberry jam oozing out their body like
Uungh
No shells?
Oh well
I'll put the shotty right through
And I don't give a fuck of what you pro-ly might do
Your lips has a tendency of talking nice poop
Popping shit like it's a sport
Put on a jersey and shorts
I'm so talented and young
Like LeBron on a court
They call me the gifted one
And I'm just building my fort
So I can post up with no worries and wether the storms
And I'm so cool there's snow flurries when I perform
I mean, even in Florida
Where it's supposed to be warm
I guess that's the reason this is where I was born
I'm here to balance the seasons
Go against unignored
Your pussy ass want some beef
You've been warned
You mess around with this heat
And you gonna end up scorned

[Chorus]
When I flow, people know
They ain't got it like me
Notorious on this mic
So B-I-G
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
I keep these rappers shaking like Muhammad Ali