The What

The Notorious B.I.G.
앨범 : The Studio Album Collection
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out
Like Arnold and that, 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 fucking Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze Gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M E
T H O D Man, here I am
I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over harmony grits
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
Looking cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitching, button up your lip and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass whipping
Hey, I'll be kicking
You, son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it can't happen
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
Yo I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
So what you want nigga, you won't nigga
I got a 6 shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94 rugged raw
Kicking down your goddamn door
And it goes a little something like this
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop
And niggas pack the clips, keep on
Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth tical, putting niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggas 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, and
Assume the position
Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Bitch
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 back way
So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick ups
Cause hoes is irritating 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 motherfucking rap phenomenon
Plus I got more Glocks and Tecs than you
I make it hot
niggas won't even stand next to you
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead
You thought so
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop
And niggas pack the clips, keep on

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