The What-The Notorious B.I.G.
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TXT The What-The Notorious B.I.G. 文本歌词
The What - The Notorious B.I.G.
I used to get feels on a b**ch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV sh*t
And niggaz know they hot like a twinkie filling
Playing the Villian prepare for this rap killing
Biggie smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dyke's
B**ches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the f**kin Fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gets till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me you don't want to f**k with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t
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, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your p**sy in December
Ni**a stop *****in', button up ya 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 cha want ni**a, ya punk ni**a
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin' down your god damn door
F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t
And everything you get ya gotta work hard foot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
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 a** crew
I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and sh*t
Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**kin' 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 sh*t 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 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 motherf**kin' rap phenomenon, plus
I got more glocks and techs than you
I make it hot ni**a won't even stand next to you
Ni**a touch me you better bust me three times in the head
Or motherf**ker's dead, ya thought so
F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t
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
F**k the world, don't ask me for sh*t
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
