The What
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 thet like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villian
Prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Your style is played out like Arnold wondered
What you talking about willis
The thrill is gone the black Frank White
Is here to excite and
Throw dick toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the f**king Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Dont tempt me
You dont want to f**k with Biggie
Here I am Ill be damned if this aint hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
Its the low killer death trap yes Im a jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at surrender
Step inside the ring youse the Number One contender
Looking cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitching button up ya lip and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
Hey Ill be kicking you son you doing all the yapping
Actin as if it cant happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo Im from Shaolin island and aint afraid to bust something
So what cha want nigga ya punk nigga
I got a Six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
Its real Ninety-Four rugged raw
Kicking down your god damn door and it goes a little something like this
F**k the world dont ask me for shit
And everything you get you gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips you dont stop
And niggaz pack the clips keep on
Verse Two coming with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical putting niggaz back in ICU
Im lifted troop you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections Ill get that ass stuck like glue huh
No question I be coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**king carpet get
And niggaz love it not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
Im not a gentle man Im 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
Im 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 making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritating like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
Its the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherf**king rap phenomenon plus
I got more glocks and techs than you
I make it hot nigga wont even stand next to you
Nigga touch me you better bust me
Tree times in the head
Or motherf**kers dead ya thought so
F**k the world dont ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shakeyour hips ya dont stop
And niggaz pack the clips keep on
F**k the world dont ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips you dont stop
And niggaz pack the clips keep on