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

[Chorus]

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