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"Microphone Murderer" was written by (undetermined) Wilson;christopher Wallace;m (undetermined) Williams;d (undetermined) Porter.
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A whole lotta niggaz want Big to make a demo tape
'Specially that bum ass nigga, uhh
This goin' out to you, nigga, recognize
Yo, 50, what's this?

Murderer, mass mayhem maker
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule an interview
Because you know what big man's about to do

50 Gran' on the technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words big man speak
The microphone, I rip it, the burner got the clip in
Slammin' MC's like Scottie Pippen

Flippin' on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin' on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic
A thick stick and my dick

Makes me sick when you pick the whick whack rhyme, G
You get what you pumpin' is Tic-Tac time, Z
B I G moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger

Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names or expos
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin' down everyone

Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson
Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew
Ooh, no, frontin', no fakin' moves
Fightin' or fuckin', resort to the stick and move

Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine 'cause I said it's me
Step to a big man grippin' the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'

And I give you my hand 'cause you deserve a pound
Tryin' to blow up the spot in my part of town
Braves, because you get no praise
I treat you like [Incomprehensible] did the A's

Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides
B I G down with OGB
Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy

Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on

Word is bond, I'm a don
I split 'em and run up in 'em, I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her and it gets better
BIG are the letters, niggaz know the pedi'

That's the end, what you want me to do? Damn

Songwriters
(undetermined) Wilson;Christopher Wallace;M (undetermined) Williams;D (undetermined) Porter

Published by
IRVING MUSIC, INC.;BIG POPPA MUSIC

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