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the notorious b.i.g. - the what lyrics

[produced by easy mo bee]

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
i used to get feels on a b-tch
now i throw shields on the d-ck to stop me from that hiv sh-t
and n-ggas know they soft like a twinkie filling
playing the villain, prepare for this rap k!lling
biggie smalls is the illest, your style is played out
like arnold on that, “what you talking ’bout, willis?”
the thrill is gone, the black frank white
is here to excite and throw d-ck to dyk-s
b-tches i like ’em brainless, guns i like ’em stainless steel
i want the f-cking fortune like the wheel
i squeeze gats ’til my clips is empty
don’t tempt me, you don’t want to f-ck with the m-e…

[verse 2: method man & the notorious b.i.g.]
…t-h-o-d man, here i am
i’ll be d-mned if this ain’t some sh-t
come to spread the b-tter lyrics over hominy grit
it’s the low k!ller death trap, yes i’m a jet-black ninja
coming where you rest at, surrender
step inside the ring, you’s the number one contender
looking cold-booty like your p-ssy in december
n-gga, stop b-tching, b-tton up your lip and
from method all you getting is a can of -ss-whipping
hey, i’ll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
acting as if it can’t happen
your frontin’ got me mad enough to touch something
yo, i’m from shaolin island and ain’t afraid to bust something
so what you want n-gga? you won’t n-gga
i got a 6-shooter and a horse named trigger
it’s real, ’94 rugged-raw
kickin’ down your godd-mn door
and it goes a little something like this

[chorus: method man & the notorious b.i.g.]
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(honeys shake your hips) you don’t stop
(and n-ggas pack the clips) keep on, b-tch

[verse 3: method man & the notorious b.i.g.]
verse two, coming with that olde e brew
meth-tical, putting n-ggas back in icu
i’m lifted, troop, you can bring your wack–ss crew
i got connections, i’ll get that -ss stuck like glue
huh, no question, i be coming down and sh-t
yo i gets rugged as a motherf-cking carpet get
and n-ggas 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
(-ssume the position) stop look and listen
i spit on your grave then i grab my charles d-ckens, b-tch

[verse 4: the notorious b.i.g. & method man]
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 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 f-ggot took the back way
so instead of making hoes suck my d-ck up
i used to do stick-ups, ’cause hoes is irritating 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-cking rap phenomenon, plus
(i got more glocks and tecs than you)
i make it hot, (n-ggas won’t even stand next to you)
n-gga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
or motherf-cker’s dead, you thought so

[chorus: method man & the notorious b.i.g.]
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(honeys shake your hips) you don’t stop
(and n-ggas pack the clips) keep on, b-tch
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
everything you get you gotta work hard for it
(honeys shake your hips) you don’t stop
(and n-ggas pack the clips) keep on, b-tch

[outro: notorious b.i.g. & method man]
junior m.a.f.i.a. clique in full effect (yeah, what the f-ck you want, n-gga?)
ah, yeah, h-ll yeah (biggie smalls and meth-tical)
bedford–stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
my borough is thorough (shaolin island, yeah)
recognize (yeah)

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