Remade the "Hell On Earth" beat that set the tone for the last The Notorious B.I.G. freestyle on The Wake Up Show with Sway & King Tech on 92.3 and cleaned up his vocals. N*s in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Mannies Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, n*s decease Mwa, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw There's my pilot, steers my leer, yes my dear Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids the dog, everybody dying -- no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little to Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death Controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you