The Notorious B.I.G. - Street Corner Rap Battle lyrics

[Round 1: Biggie Smalls] Yes it's me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes, I was considered a thief Until I started hustling on Fulton Street Making loot, knocking boots on the regular Pa** the microphone I'm the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin' to me, that's where ya took ya fall at B.I.G. without the burner, that's unheard of I stay close to mine, like Tina on Turner Quick to smother, this punk motherf**er Undercover, word to mutha, I'm above ya And I'll love ya, cause you're a sweet b**h A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born, trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster So whatcha got to say, this mackin' word is bond There's no other a**umption, I got it goin' on I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a s**er, and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW