Intro: Jermaine Dupri
  
  B Side, B side, ha, check it
  So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
  The Notorious BIG in the house
  We got Da Brat in the house
  And me, y'all know who I be
  Check it ...
  
  I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
  Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
  So slide through your hood with me in your deck
  Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
  And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
  Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with
  They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
  Back with the Big and my new-found friend
  
  [Da Brat]
  Sliding in from the front, never way behind
  Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
  Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
  Brat and Biggie Smalls...
  
  [Nortorious B.I.G.]
  Aw, shit!
  On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
  Flow to make you motherfuckers know
  Ain't an MC coming close to touch
  Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
  
  Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  
  [Notorious B.I.G.]
  I never knew, niggas had a clue
  On who was the king of the street
  More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
  And my nigga just came home from work, release
  Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
  (Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
  Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
  when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
  Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
  be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
  in they draws, because Biggie Smalls
  Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
  (Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see
  the Notorious B-R-A-T)
  The raw combination, the destination,
  Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
  Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
  Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
  If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
  And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
  
  Chorus
  
  Jermaine Dupri:
  Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
  
  [Da Brat]
  I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
  The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds
  Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
  Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
  You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
  jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
  round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
  and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
  We Funkdafied, kicking it live
  Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
  Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
  Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
  We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
  The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
  Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
  
  Chorus
  
  Outro: Jermaine Dupri
  Lay back, listen to the B-Side
  Slide, glide, do whatever you want
  Get out your lighters
  We be the rhyme writers
  Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
  New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go