1991 Block Party Freestyle

Yes it's me, the BIG
Competition ripper ever since 13
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, the type to make my dick itch
I flow looser than Luther
Words ya get used ta bIG is a born trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya

My music you wanna get loose ta
Stay dipped, 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 going 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 2 or 3 or 4

Live in action, guaranteed RAW
(dumb ass nigga)