I used to get feels on a bitchNow I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shitAnd nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie fillingPlayin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin'Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played outLike Arnold wondered, "What you talkin 'bout Willis?"The thrill is gone, the black Frank WhiteIs here to excite and throw dick to dykesBitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steelI want the fuckin' fortune like the wheelI squeeze gats till my clips is emptyDon't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with BiggieHere I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shitCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy gritIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninjaComin' where you rest at, surrenderStep inside the ring, you're the number one contenderLookin' cold booty, like your pussy in DecemberNigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip andFrom 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 happenYou front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'So what ya want nigga, ya want niggaI got a six shooter and a horse named Trigger, it's realNinety four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn doorAnd it goes a little somethin' like thisFuck the world, don't ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard for itHoney's shake your hips, ya don't stopAnd nigga's pack the clips, keep on, bitchVerse two, comin' with that Old E brewMeth-tical, puttin' nigga's back in I.C.UI'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack ass crewI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glueNo question, I be comin' down and shitYo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet getAnd nigga's love it, not in the physical form but in the mentalI spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentleMan, I'm a Method ManBaby accept it, utmost respect it andAssume the position, stop look and listenI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitchWelcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their placentaCold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventorBut I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloadsI'm guaranteed another videoReady to die, why I act that way?Pop Duke left Mom Duke, the fagot took the back waySo instead of makin' ho's suck my dick upI used to do stick up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the hiccupsExcuse me, flows just grow through meLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanchesIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of FarrakhanA motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and plusI got more glocks and techs than youI make it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to youNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the headOr motherfucker's dead, you thought soFuck the world, don't ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard for itHoney's shake your hips, ya don't stopAnd nigga's pack the clips, keep onFuck the world, don't ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard for itHoney's shake your hips, ya don't stopAnd nigga's pack the clips, keep on, yeah[Incomprehensible]
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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