The What - TheNotoriousBIG I used to get feels on a b**ch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV sh*t And niggaz know they hot like a twinkie filling Playing the Villian prepare for this rap killing
Biggie smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talking 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dyke's B**ches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel I want the f**kin Fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gets till my clips is empty Don't tempt me you don't want to f**k with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
Comin' where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you're the number one contender Lookin' cold booty like your p**sy in December
Ni**a stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin' is a can of a**-whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin' Actin' as if it can't happen' You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' Yo I'm from Shaolin', Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin' So what cha want ni**a, ya punk ni**a
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin' down your god damn door
F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t
And everything you get ya gotta work hard foot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin' niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack a** crew I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin' down and sh*t Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**kin' carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it
Assume the position, stop, look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Welcome to my center, honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor But I got this rap sh*t sewed and when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way Pop Duke left Mom Duke the faggot took the back way So instead of makin' hoes suck my dick up, I used to do stick-up 'Cause hoes is irritatin' like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches, it's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherf**kin' rap phenomenon, plus I got more glocks and techs than you I make it hot ni**a won't even stand next to you Ni**a touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherf**ker's dead, ya thought so
F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
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F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
