Lirik Lagu The What - Notorious B.I.G. F/ Method Man
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Verse One: Notorious, Meth
I used to get feels on a bitchNow I throw shields on the dickTo stop me from that HIV shitAnd niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie fillingPlayin the villianPrepare for this rap killinBiggie Smalls is the illestYour style is played out, like Arnold wondered"What you talkin bout Willis?"The thrill is gone, the black Frank Whiteis here to excite andthrow dick to dykesBitches I like em brainlessGuns I like em stainless steelI want the fuckin Fortune like the WheelI squeeze gats till my clips is emptyDon't tempt me [T-H-O-DMan] You don't want to fuck with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shitCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy gritIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninjaComin where you rest at, surrenderStep inside the ring, youse the number one contenderLookin cold booty like your pussy in DecemberNigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip andFrom Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippinHey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappinActin as if it can't happenYou front and got me mad enough to touch somethinYo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethinSo what cha want nigga, ya punk niggaI got a six-shooter and a horse named TriggerIt's real, ninety-four, rugged rawKickin down your god damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]
Chorus:
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard fot itHonies shake your hips, ya don't stopAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on
Verse Two: Meth, Notorious
Verse two, comin with that Olde E brewMeth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crewI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huhNo question, I be comin down and shitYo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet getAnd niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mentalI spark and they cells get warmI'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!Baby accept it, utmost respect it[Assume the position] Stop look and listenI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my centerHonies feel it deep in they placentaCold as the pole in the winterFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewedAnd when my Mac unloadsI'm guaranteed another videoReady to die, why I act that way?Pop Duke left Mom DukeThe faggot took the back waySo instead of makin hoes suck my dick upI used to do stick-upCause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPSExcuse me, flows just grow through meLike trees to branchesCliffs to avalanchesIt's the praying mantisDeep like the mind of FarrakhanA motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
[I got more glocks and techs than you]I make it hot [Nigga won't even stand next to you]Nigga touch me you better bust metree times in the headOr motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
Chorus: repeat 2X
I used to get feels on a bitchNow I throw shields on the dickTo stop me from that HIV shitAnd niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie fillingPlayin the villianPrepare for this rap killinBiggie Smalls is the illestYour style is played out, like Arnold wondered"What you talkin bout Willis?"The thrill is gone, the black Frank Whiteis here to excite andthrow dick to dykesBitches I like em brainlessGuns I like em stainless steelI want the fuckin Fortune like the WheelI squeeze gats till my clips is emptyDon't tempt me [T-H-O-DMan] You don't want to fuck with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shitCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy gritIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninjaComin where you rest at, surrenderStep inside the ring, youse the number one contenderLookin cold booty like your pussy in DecemberNigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip andFrom Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippinHey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappinActin as if it can't happenYou front and got me mad enough to touch somethinYo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethinSo what cha want nigga, ya punk niggaI got a six-shooter and a horse named TriggerIt's real, ninety-four, rugged rawKickin down your god damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]
Chorus:
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard fot itHonies shake your hips, ya don't stopAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on
Verse Two: Meth, Notorious
Verse two, comin with that Olde E brewMeth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crewI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huhNo question, I be comin down and shitYo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet getAnd niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mentalI spark and they cells get warmI'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!Baby accept it, utmost respect it[Assume the position] Stop look and listenI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my centerHonies feel it deep in they placentaCold as the pole in the winterFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewedAnd when my Mac unloadsI'm guaranteed another videoReady to die, why I act that way?Pop Duke left Mom DukeThe faggot took the back waySo instead of makin hoes suck my dick upI used to do stick-upCause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPSExcuse me, flows just grow through meLike trees to branchesCliffs to avalanchesIt's the praying mantisDeep like the mind of FarrakhanA motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
[I got more glocks and techs than you]I make it hot [Nigga won't even stand next to you]Nigga touch me you better bust metree times in the headOr motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
Chorus: repeat 2X
