Waptrick The Notorious B I G Ft Method Man - The What كلمات الأغاني

  • 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

    [Verse Two: Meth, Notorious]

    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 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

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]

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