paroles de chanson The What - Method Man feat. The Notorius 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
niggaz
know
they
soft
like
a
Twinkie
filling
Playin
the
villian
Prepare
for
this
rap
killin
Biggie
Smalls
is
the
illest
Your
style
is
played
out,
like
Arnold
wondered
"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
till
my
clips
is
empty
Don't
tempt
me
(T-H-O-D
Man)
You
don't
want
to
fuck
with
Biggie
Here
I
am,
I'll
be
damned
if
this
ain't
some
shit
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,
youse
the
number
one
contender
Lookin
cold
booty
like
your
pussy
in
December
Nigga
stop
bitchin,
button
up
ya
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
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
nigga,
ya
punk
nigga
I
got
a
six-shooter
and
a
horse
named
Trigger
It's
real,
ninety-four,
rugged
raw
Kickin
down
your
god
damn
door
(and
it
goes
a
lil
somethin
like
this)
Fuck
the
world,
don't
ask
me
for
shit
And
everything
you
get
ya
gotta
work
hard
fot
it
Honies
shake
your
hips,
ya
don't
stop
And
niggaz
pack
the
clips,
keep
on
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
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
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
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-up
Cause
hoes
is
irritatin
like
the
hic-CUPS
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
motherfuckin
rap
phenomenon,
plus
(I
got
more
glocks
and
techs
than
you)
I
make
it
hot
(Nigga
won't
even
stand
next
to
you)
Nigga
touch
me
you
better
bust
me
Tree
times
in
the
head
Or
motherfucker's
dead,
ya
thought
so
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