The What
Method Man, The Notorious B.I.G.
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 fillin'
Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin'
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on 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 fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats 'til 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 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's the number one contender
Lookin' cold-booty like your pussy in December
Nigga, stop bitchin', button up your 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
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
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
Kickin' down your goddamn door
And it goes a little somethin' like this
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit (uh, yeah, yeah)
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted, troop, you can brin' your 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 niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentleman, 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 makin' hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups 'cause hoes is irritatin' like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the prayin' mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' 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 (yeah, yeah)
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, bitch
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, bitch
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical
Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one ('94, comin' at you raw)
My borough is thorough, recognize (Shaolin Island, yeah)
Uh, yeah
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Clifford Smith, Osten Harvey, Osten S HarveyLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections PublishingLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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