Lyrics Rap Phenomenon - The Notorious B.I.G. , Method Man & Redman
"Well
it′s
the
Funk
Docta
Spock."
"Meth-Tical."
"Biggie.
Biggie."
(mmmhmmmmmm)
Uhh.
uhh.
uhh.
(yo
c'mon
Big)
uhh.
Fuck
that,
I
preach
it,
my
nine
reaches
The
prestigious,
cats
that
speak
this,
Willie
shit
Flooded
pieces,
my
hand
releases,
snatches
Smack
ya
cabbage,
half-ass
rappers,
shouldn′t
have
it
So
I
grab
it,
never
run,
the
outcome
Is
usually,
a
beatdown
brutally,
fuck
who
you
be
Or
where
you're
from,
West
or
East
coast,
squeeze
toast
Leave
most
in
the
blood
they
layin
in,
what,
what?
The
rings
and
things
you
sing
about,
bring
'em
out
It′s
hard
to
yell
when
the
barrel′s
in
your
mouth
It's
more
than
I
expected,
I
thought
your
jewels
was
rented
But
they
wasn′t,
so
run
it,
cousin
I
could
chill,
the
heat
doesn't
Ran
up
in
your
shell
about
a
dozen
You
never
see
bank
like
Frank
White
Your
hand
clutchin,
your
chest-plate
contemplate
You
′bout
to
die,
nigga
wait,
keep
yo'
hands
high
Yo.
yo
yo
I
don′t
brownnose
out
of
town
hoes
I'm
up
around
fo'
with
the
crowbar
to
the
five
point
oh
I
get
bagged,
I′m
John
Doe,
suspect
You
ass
like
prime
roastin,
Calvin
Klein
clothes
Explode
the
pyros
when
Doc
guest
appear
I′m
out
there,
I
bought
it
with
George
Jetson
here
Your
time
is
near,
so
get
your
body
dropped
off
I
stopped
trustin
niggaz
since
Gotti
got
caught
It's
Bricks
keep
your
wrist
covered,
or
piss
colored
By
the
waist
got
a
gun
as
dark
as
Kris
brother
I.C.U.,
my
sheisty
crew,
like
ice
me
too
I
break
your
legs,
leave
your
eyes
slightly
blue
The
Doc
was
born
with
a
grenade
palm
I′m
concurrent
in
your
hood
like
a,
teenage
mom
Yo
Biggie
(what?
what?)
She
havin
my
bay-bayy
If
I
pull
out
the
A.K.,
keep
your
hands
high
"This
rule
is
so
underrated."
->
B.I.G.
"Actin
as
if
it
can't
happen,
you′re
frontin"
->
Meth
"Ain't
no
other
kings
in
this
rap
thing."
->
B.I.G.
"Biggie,
a
motherfuckin
rap
phenomenon"
->
B.I.G.
(Repeat
all
2X)
Uhh,
uhh
I
got
a
new
mouth
to
feed,
I′m
due
South
with
keys
Y'all
pick
seeds
out
y'all
weed,
I
watch
cowards
bleed
Motherfucker
please,
it′s
my
block
with
my
rocks
Fuck
that
hip-hop,
them
one-two′s,
and
you
don't
stops
Me
and
my
nigga
Lance,
took
Kim
and
Cee′s
advance
Bought
ten
bricks,
four
pounds
of
weed
plants
From
Branson,
now
we
lampin,
twelve
room
mansion
Bitches
get
naked
off
"Get
Money",
"Player's
Anthem"
Don′t
forget,
"One
More
Chance"
and,
my
other
hits,
other
shit
Niggaz
spit
be
counterfeit,
robbery
come
actually
In
and
out
like
fuckin
rapidly,
pass
the
gat
to
me
Make
his
chest
rest,
where
his
back
should
be,
talkin
blasphemy
Blastin
me,
your
family,
rest
in
coffins
often
Frank
Wizzard,
fuck
you
soft
or
fragilla
Play
hard
like
Reggie
Miller,
rapper,
slash
dope
dealer
Slash
Gorilla,
slash
illest
turned
killer
Now
now
Don't
approach
me
with
that
rah
rah
shit,
you
out
of
pocket
I
take
these
adolescents
back
to
Spofford
Mentally
my
energy,
is
like
a
figure
eight,
on
it′s
side
That's
infinity
--
too
many
sick
niggaz,
nickel
nines
Bring
the
remedy
--
when
you
play
the
field,
what's
the
penalty
Unnecessary
roughness,
career
endin
injuries
for
suckers
Stuck
on
stupid,
shoot
em
with
a
dart
like
Cupid
Until
they
got
love
for
my
music
Star
Wars
I′m
Han
Solo,
with
three
egoes
And
three
charges,
I
got
to
"See-three-P.O.′s"
This
is
whoop-yo'-ass-day,
the
sequel
Eyeball
blower
with
no
equal,
niggaz
swingin
swords
in
the
WAR
That′s
my
people,
sho'
nuff,
befo′
I
roll
up
This
is
a
hold
up,
hands
high,
reach
for
the
sky
I
rep
S.I.,
the
unpretty,
word
to
Left
Eye
New
York
Shitty,
put
they
weight
on
it
And
who
better
for
the
job
than
Biggie?
The
Notorious
Jeee-zus,
"Unbelievable"
rhyme
that
reaches
And
touch
individual,
small
frame
buck
and
change
MC,
What's-Your-Name,
tuck
your
chain
All
about
the
fortune,
fuck
the
fame,
labels
still
extortin
Kick
me
when
I′m
down,
but
I'm
up
again,
scorchin
Hot
--
forcin
my
way
up
in
the
door
To
kill
the
bullshit
like
a
matador
Keep
your
hands
high
(what?)
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