Lirik Lagu Rap Phenomenon - Notorious B.I.G. F/ Method Man, Redman
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"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock..""Meth-Tical..""Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reachesthe prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shitFlooded pieces, my hand releases, snatchesSmack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have itSo I grab it, never run, the outcomeis usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you beor where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toastLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em outIt's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouthIt's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rentedbut they wasn't, so run it, cousinI could chill, the heat doesn'tRan up in your shell about a dozenYou never see bank like Frank WhiteYour hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplateYou 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
[Redman]Yo.. yo yoI don't brownnose out of town hoesI'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point ohI get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspectYou ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothesExplode the pyros when Doc guest appearI'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson hereYour time is near, so get your body dropped offI stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caughtIt's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss coloredBy the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brotherI.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me tooI break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blueThe Doc was born with a grenade palmI'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage momYo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayyIf I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
"This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G."Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> Meth"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G."Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.(repeat all 2X)
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhI got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keysY'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleedMotherfucker please, it's my block with my rocksFuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stopsMe and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advanceBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plantsfrom Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansionBitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shitniggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actuallyin and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to meMake his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemyBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins oftenFrank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragillaPlay hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealerslash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[Method Man]Now nowDon't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocketI take these adolescents back to SpoffordMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's sidethat's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penaltyUnnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckersStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupiduntil they got love for my musicStar Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoesand three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequelEyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WARthat's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll upThis is a hold up, hands high, reach for the skyI rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left EyeNew York Shitty, put they weight on itAnd who better for the job than Biggie?The NotoriousJeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reachesand touch individual, small frame buck and changeMC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chainAll about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortinKick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchinHot -- forcin my way up in the doorto kill the bullshit like a matadorKeep your hands high (what?)
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reachesthe prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shitFlooded pieces, my hand releases, snatchesSmack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have itSo I grab it, never run, the outcomeis usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you beor where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toastLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em outIt's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouthIt's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rentedbut they wasn't, so run it, cousinI could chill, the heat doesn'tRan up in your shell about a dozenYou never see bank like Frank WhiteYour hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplateYou 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
[Redman]Yo.. yo yoI don't brownnose out of town hoesI'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point ohI get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspectYou ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothesExplode the pyros when Doc guest appearI'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson hereYour time is near, so get your body dropped offI stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caughtIt's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss coloredBy the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brotherI.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me tooI break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blueThe Doc was born with a grenade palmI'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage momYo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayyIf I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
"This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G."Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> Meth"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G."Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.(repeat all 2X)
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhI got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keysY'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleedMotherfucker please, it's my block with my rocksFuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stopsMe and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advanceBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plantsfrom Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansionBitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shitniggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actuallyin and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to meMake his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemyBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins oftenFrank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragillaPlay hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealerslash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[Method Man]Now nowDon't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocketI take these adolescents back to SpoffordMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's sidethat's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penaltyUnnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckersStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupiduntil they got love for my musicStar Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoesand three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequelEyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WARthat's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll upThis is a hold up, hands high, reach for the skyI rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left EyeNew York Shitty, put they weight on itAnd who better for the job than Biggie?The NotoriousJeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reachesand touch individual, small frame buck and changeMC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chainAll about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortinKick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchinHot -- forcin my way up in the doorto kill the bullshit like a matadorKeep your hands high (what?)
