[Notorious B.I.G., Method Man]
I used to get feels on a b****
Now I throw shields on the d***
To stop me from that HIV s***
And n***** know they soft like a Twinkie fillin'
Playin' the villian, 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 d*** to d***s
b****** I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the f*****' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to f*** with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be d***ed if this ain't some s***
Come to spread the b***er lyrics over harmony 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'se the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your p**** in December
n**** stop b******', b***on up your 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'chu want n****? You want n****?
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94, rugged raw
Kickin' down your g****** door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)..
[Chorus:]
f*** the world, don't ask me for s***
And everything you get you gotta work HARD for it
Honies shake your hips (you don't stop)
And n***** pack the clips (keep on, b****!)
[Method Man, Notorious B.I.G.]
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' n***** back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack a** crew
I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and s***
Yo I gets rugged as a m***********' carpet get
And n***** 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
(a**ume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles d***ens
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 s*** 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 f***** took the back way
So instead of makin' hoes suck my d*** up
I used to do stick-up cause hoes is irritatin' like the hic-CUPS
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 m***********' rap phenomenon, plus..
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (n***** won't even stand next to you)
n**** touch me you better bust me tree times in the head
Or m***********'s dead, you thought so
[Chorus X2]
I used to get feels on a b****
Now I throw shields on the d***
To stop me from that HIV s***
And n***** know they soft like a Twinkie fillin'
Playin' the villian, 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 d*** to d***s
b****** I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the f*****' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to f*** with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be d***ed if this ain't some s***
Come to spread the b***er lyrics over harmony 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'se the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your p**** in December
n**** stop b******', b***on up your 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'chu want n****? You want n****?
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94, rugged raw
Kickin' down your g****** door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)..
[Chorus:]
f*** the world, don't ask me for s***
And everything you get you gotta work HARD for it
Honies shake your hips (you don't stop)
And n***** pack the clips (keep on, b****!)
[Method Man, Notorious B.I.G.]
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' n***** back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack a** crew
I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and s***
Yo I gets rugged as a m***********' carpet get
And n***** 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
(a**ume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles d***ens
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 s*** 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 f***** took the back way
So instead of makin' hoes suck my d*** up
I used to do stick-up cause hoes is irritatin' like the hic-CUPS
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 m***********' rap phenomenon, plus..
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (n***** won't even stand next to you)
n**** touch me you better bust me tree times in the head
Or m***********'s dead, you thought so
[Chorus X2]