featuring Notorious B.I.G.

[Kleptomaniac]

Why niggaz wanna clock me?

like that dance called the chachi

Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky

Part I part II part III niggaz can't fuck with me

My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)

Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck

Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques

It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit

Stayin high representin for the nine-quint

Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye

Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)

Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors

Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards

than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers

on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a

trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt

Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?

It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'

Life interceptor, pussy collector

Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her

Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular

Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Throw gats to *Guiliani*

Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G

Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out

the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit

Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas

Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach

I strangle each -- negro for they dough

Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin

560 V-12 engine, women spinnin

in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha

The menage-a-trois around my waist