U strictly sample cause yo talent ain't ample
U the biggest scam "ARTIST" in the Big Apple
Awards and props U gettin, all outta pity
U thinkin U da shit, but niggaz really diggin' Biggie... "What"
Ain't no mistaken it, this rap shit he fakin' it
He take a old hit, dub the shit, str8 disgracin it
Biggie was the only REAL artist in ya camp, Bitch
U waited till he died, stole his shine, so U could get rich
Break off his kids some crumbs, U ain't come from tha slums
U ain't never have to save to buy some 5 cent gums
Now dat Biggie gone, yo shit is on, platinum and poppin
Acting like U took a loss while your new album droppin
Steady flossin, talkin bout cha money, cars U rollin
But what about the REAL niggaz who'z shine U stolen
Yeah that's right nigga, first Biggie, now even Tupac
Singin' "Hail Mary" at cha shows, When the shit gon stop?
Now otha niggaz bailin on ya cause the thrill is gone
Of coarse U goin platinum stealin otha niggaz songs
Yo musick iz like Snapple wit no fuckin flavaz
Only reason U got fans, iz cuz they got the vapors
If it wasn't 4 Biggie, U'd still be in tha gutta
A broke ass, background dancin muthafucka
U owe your whole career to Heavy D and Big
Cain't wait until somebody split cha muthafuckin' wig
I'm hearin this lame claim he wanna entertain
But soon a blood stain iz all he'll remain
I peep you long way "Bad Boy" do U say?
U a former rich bitch who one day went astray
Wanna be real nigga gained fortune and fame
I cain't wait till you a outline, victim of tha game
-©1997 THUNDER