16 Bars - The Notorious B.I.G.

Cut that shit off man

What you’re about to see comin next is Rhyme for rhyme (??)

The nigga that’s represented me Rhyme for rhyme

in ninety-three

Let a Bad Boy wreck dog, give it here

Give it up for my man

Give it here

You aight Big, give 'em about 16 bars

Set it off like this

All you niggaz better leave the fuckin state, no need to masturbate

Fuckin with Biggie, it’s time to castrate.

it’s clobberin time

When I rip rhymes I quench thirsts like Very Fine

and I’m still thirsty — niggaz wanna hurt the, six-pack, maniac

Coke, tecs, and macs black

Check the stacks, what the fuck?

I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe

And I’m wicked with the slow-flow, y’know?

I’m pressin hard, I’m leavin creases

Cuttin up bodies and talkin to the pieces

Touch the bone, hit the dome, Al Capone

Get stoned off the blunt when it’s filled with the skunk

Get drunk, and do a demolition to punk

And all chumps, that scream that my shit don’t thump

They catch lumps and bumps, I’ll put a shake in your rump