Thursday, December 4, 2008

The What - Notorious B.I.G. ft. Method Man

Thought posting lyrics to the song was appropriate

[Verse One: BIG then Meth]

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me form that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a twinkie filling
Playin the villain
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite
And throw dick to dikes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless, steel
I want the fucking fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me
You don't want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
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, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like you're pussy in December
Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip
And from Method all you gettin is a can of ass 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
SO whatcha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety four
Rugged raw, kickin down your god damn door

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honeys shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

[Verse Two: Meth then BIG]
Verse two, comin with that Old E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U,
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin 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 grace then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center
Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit 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 bay 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 Motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

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