| Notorious Big lyrics
The What lyrics
(feat. Method Man)
[Verse One: Notorious, Meth]
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they hot like a Twinkie filling
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 dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the fuckin 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 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 your 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
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha 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 (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
[Chorus:]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
[Verse Two: Meth, Notorious]
Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack 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 grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
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 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 back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick 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 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 me
tree times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Other Notorious Big lyrics:
Intro lyrics
Things Done Changed lyrics
Gimme The Loot lyrics
Machine Gun Funk lyrics
Warning lyrics
Ready To Die lyrics
One More Chance lyrics
Fuck Me (Interlude) lyrics
Juicy lyrics
Everyday Struggle lyrics
Me & My Bitch lyrics
Big Poppa lyrics
Respect lyrics
Friend Of Mine lyrics
Unbelieveable lyrics
Suicidal Thoughts lyrics
Life After Death Intro lyrics
Somebody's Gotta Die lyrics
Hypnotize lyrics
Kick In The Door lyrics
Fuck You Tonight lyrics
Last Day lyrics
What's Beef? lyrics
B.I.G. Interlude lyrics
Mo Money Mo Problems lyrics
Niggas Bleed lyrics
I Got a Story to Tell lyrics
Notorius Thugs lyrics
Miss U lyrics
Another lyrics
Going Back To Cali lyrics
Ten Crack Commandments lyrics
Playa Hater lyrics
Nasty Boy lyrics
Sky's The Limit lyrics
My Downfall lyrics
Long Kiss Goodnight lyrics
I Love The Dough lyrics
The World Is Filled... lyrics
You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) lyrics
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