Guaranteed Raw Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

Chill Twan, damn, man 

That nigga Big got somethin' to say? 

Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? 

Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man 

MC Homicide and DJ Fatal 

Twin one and two, my man Milk 

My man Fred Dawg, the OGB crew 

Y'all know how we flow and I'ma drop it like this y'all 

Oh, what a feeling drivin' in my four by four 

Girlies galore, BIG on the door 

Chrome trimming with the smoke tint 

Givin' chumps a hit as I count my mint 

Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note 

All from sayin' rhymes that BIG wrote 

Blunt, I take a toke but only if it's weeds 

Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy 

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Pass to D or maybe movin' solo 

Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no 

Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw 

Live in action, guaranteed raw 

Who's coming through? Y'all know who 

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated 

Your rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipated 

Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street 

To drop a rhyme to a funky beat 

Expellin' MC's as if I was at Sarah J 

Or boys and girls at any school around the way 

Opponents, pupils but I'm the principal 

Hard to beat, damn near invincible 

Niggaz wanna know how I live the mack life 

Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes 

Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm 

And sayin' rhymes to set off the alarm 

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Yes, it's me, the BIG 

Competition ripper ever since thirteen 

Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief 

Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street 

Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular 

Pass the microphone, I'm the perfect competitor 

Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that 

Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at 

BIG without burner, that's unheard of 

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner 

Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker 

Undercover word to mother, I'm above ya 

And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch 

A crazy crab, you might make my dick itch 

I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used to 

BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop ya 

My music you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a booster 

So what 'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond 

There's no other assumption, 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 sucker and bow to the crowd 

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four 

Live in action, guaranteed raw 

Round two, the rhyme regulator here to roast ya 

As ya follow this, yeah I gave a toast to ya crew 

See, they popped on ya like a kernel 

You didn't realize that the beef was eternal 

Internal injury, that's what you're soon to see 

BIG keep company 

Sometimes in my waist if they come opponent 

Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat 

And I'm floatin' to your punk part of town 

Anybody frontin' they better duck down 

Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya 

You jumped in that four-door Blazer 

Quick, I couldn't get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the melon 

But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin' 

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four 

Live in action, guaranteed raw 

And you don't stop and you don't stop 

You keep on to my man Milk and Thai 

Like I said before the whole OGB is in full effect 

Most definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born Allah 

Yeah, that bum ass nigga from Avenue Q