The Notorious B.I.G. The What

[Notorious B.I.G., Method Man]
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 soft 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'chu want nigga? You want nigga?
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94, rugged raw
Kickin down your goddamn 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 for it
Honies shake your hips (ya don't stop)
And niggaz pack the clips (keep on, bitch!)

[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 (Niggaz 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 X2]