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Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it y'all, yea
To all my niggas in the house
Bad Boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga

For the love of BIG, we bang out
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
Mafia World, all my niggas max out
We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
Coward niggas, most are burried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel

To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat will bust for my nigga

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
BIG lives in us, shout him out

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for

Mafia

Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring

To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name





I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Mafia" by Queen Bee and Notorious B.I.G. speak to their solidarity with one another and their unflinching loyalty to the life of crime they lead. The opening lines celebrate their status as the best in the game, while also playfully taunting those who would try to compete with them. The chorus, which repeats variations of the phrase "To all my thugs who puffed him/All my girls who hugged him/You love him, yell his name," serves as a tribute to their late friend and fellow rapper, The Notorious B.I.G. Queen Bee and Biggie both express the desire to continue living a life of crime and violence in Biggie's absence, with the former expressing the belief that it's better to die fighting than to live as a coward.


Line by Line Meaning

Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
I am the queen bee and I represent Notorious B.I.G., the greatest rapper of all time.


The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
Biggie was the greatest rapper who ever lived, he was unparalleled in his talent and success.


The best that ever lived it
Biggie not only talked about it, but he also lived the life of a true legend in the rap game.


Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
I don't even want to acknowledge the haters and their names, they're just insignificant.


That's how we do it y'all, yea
This is our way of doing things, it's the Bad Boy style and we're proud of it.


To all my niggas in the house
A shoutout to all my closest friends and supporters who are here with me.


Bad Boy, who we die for
We are loyal to the Bad Boy record label and our allegiance is unwavering.


All day, everyday nigga
We are representing and living this lifestyle every single day, without exception.


For the love of BIG, we bang out
In honor of BIG, we fight, hustle, and give our all to achieve success.


Since my man died, we don't hang out
Since BIG's death, we don't spend as much time together as we used to.


We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
We bring violence and chaos to the scene, brandishing our weapons and causing destruction.


Mafia World, all my niggas max out
We are part of the Mafia World, a tight-knit group where all members give their maximum effort.


We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
We are proud members of the Bad Boy label, while others are addicted to drugs and lost in their vices.


Coward niggas, most are buried down south
Those who are afraid and lack courage end up dead and buried in the southern states.


Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
These individuals are far from being real gangsters, they are actually timid and submissive.


Niggas barely speak when we discuss money
When the conversation turns to money, these individuals suddenly become quiet and reserved.


The realest niggas never took nothing from me
The most genuine individuals have never taken anything from me, they are true to their word.


Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
I wear expensive jewelry, maintain a flashy appearance, and associate with people who are wealthy, reckless, and dislike children.


Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
I have friends who are currently serving prison sentences and they despise movies like Rosewood and Matrix that shed light on racial injustice and oppression.


Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
Biggie was a great mentor who taught me valuable lessons, including how to successfully sell drugs and make a profit.


To all my thugs who puffed him
A shoutout to all the criminals and gang members who idolized and respected Biggie.


To all my girls who hugged him
A shoutout to all the female fans who adored and showed affection towards Biggie.


You love him, yell his name
If you truly love Biggie, show your support and admiration by shouting his name.


I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
I would choose to die standing up, living with dignity and pride, rather than living in submission and subservience.


Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Don't underestimate me, I am willing to use my firearm and shoot for


Representin' Bucktown
I am proudly representing my neighborhood, Bucktown.


MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
I have my MAC 11 guns ready to fire, so others should be prepared to take cover.


Face down, you know the routine, the cream
When confronted by us, you should follow the routine of getting on the ground face down, surrendering and giving up your money.


Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
The drama and chaos that Biggie was associated with are well-known, symbolized by his signature earrings.


For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
In honor of Biggie, I have learned how to hold, aim, and prepare my firearm for use.


Once I got it, I lock it
Once I have the gun in my possession, I secure it and make sure it's within my control.


Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
I am a tough, street-savvy guy from the city with a lot of money and wealth.


See me speak, that paper better be the topic
When I speak, money and financial matters should be the focus of the conversation.


I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I prefer my jewelry to be adorned with diamonds that are extremely clear and sparkly, similar to the ice found in the Antarctic region.


I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
I am skilled at ending confrontations swiftly, whereas you are only good at initiating conflicts.


And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waiting for a hard hit
The bright and attention-grabbing colors of your clothing make you an easy target, vulnerable to a violent attack.


I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
I prefer clothing and accessories in shades of blue and green, and I surround myself with a group of tough and formidable individuals.


Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
I remain stylish and fashionable, always looking my best and exuding confidence.


We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
We are powerful and influential individuals who accomplish great feats, born and raised in a place known for its legacy and royalty.


I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
I may not have much, but I am willing to resort to violence and theft to obtain what I desire.


Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
I engage in sexual activities whenever my moods change, whether it's summer, winter, or spring.


My nigga Ill's holding it down from the Bean
My friend Ill's is doing a great job representing and protecting our interests from the streets of Boston.


Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Just like Biggie advocated for, we engage in authentic and illegal activities, such as drug dealing and robbery.


Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain
We continue to fight and face hardships, experiencing the pain and difficulties that life throws at us.


Still ride, still die for BIG's name
We remain loyal and dedicated to Biggie, even in the face of danger or death.


Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
When I prepare and fire my Desert Eagle handguns, it's a display of power and aggression.


Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
The impact of my bullets will leave you collapsing to the ground, struggling to breathe.


My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
When I shoot, I do so in a calculated manner, aiming to hit specific targets, such as individuals from Brooklyn.


One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
Another bullet is reserved for the Mafia, a group I associate with, and the final one is unassigned so it could be for anyone.


You know Frank kept me iced out
My friend Frank always made sure I had a lot of expensive jewelry.


Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
I wear luxurious mink coats and I have millions of dollars deposited in my bank account.


All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
Despite all the material possessions I have, others still strive to acquire similar wealth and possessions.


You fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
I am addressing those who envy and copy Biggie, urging them to stop imitating him.


All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
I am warning all the mediocre and unimpressive individuals to stop mentioning Biggie's name disrespectfully.


Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
If you want to discuss Biggie, do it correctly and recognize the greatness of the one and only B-I, double G-I, E.


Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
You all can't comprehend or match the level of talent and dominance that Biggie and I possess.


Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
I am loved and respected by the Y2G (Year 2000 Gang) and those from the 210 (San Antonio) area.


We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
We have everything under control and don't require assistance from anyone else, we are self-sufficient.


'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
This message is directed at those who refuse to let go of their hatred and animosity.


BIG lives in us, shout him out
Biggie's spirit and legacy continue to live within us, so let's acknowledge and honor him.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ALLAN WAYNE FELDER, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, JAMES FISHER, NASHIEM SA-ALLAH MYRICK, NORMAN RAY HARRIS, RONALD BAKER

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