[The Notorious 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 niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing 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 dick to dykes Bitches I like ´em brainless, guns I like ´em stainless steel I want the fucking Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats ´til my clips is empty Don´t tempt me, you don´t want to fuck with the M-E...
[Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] ...T-H-O-D Man, 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 Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you´s the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of ass-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 nigga? You won´t nigga I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It´s real, ´94 rugged-raw Kickin´ down your goddamn door And it goes a little something like this
[Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don´t ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don´t stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
[Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU I´m lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, I´ll get that ass stuck like glue Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas 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 (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
[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 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 making hoes suck my dick 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 motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus (I got more Glocks and TECs than you) I make it hot, (niggas won´t even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfucker´s dead, you thought so
[Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don´t ask me for shit And everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don´t stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch Fuck the world, don´t ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don´t stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
[ Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?) Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical) Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw) My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)