So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west Just a true emcee didn't cash the checks Singing that's like this or raded that Making a champ with a heavy weight
m a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ
until they get Steiner lined Show vital signs, pinned till three Yo ain't leave with the belt, then you ain't win to me Cause I'm the heavy weight champ
B.I.G.) What? Here's another one What? (Uh-huh uh) What? Uh! Here's another one (Uh-huh) Uh! Uh! Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female
