Rap Phenomenon

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
    "Meth-Tical.."
    "Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
    Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
    the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
    Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
    Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
    So I grab it, never run, the outcome
    is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
    or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
    Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
    The rings and things you sing about, bring em out
    It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
    It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
    but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
    I could chill, the heat doesn't
    Ran up in your shell about a dozen
    You never see bank like Frank White
    Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
    You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

    [Redman]
    Yo.. yo yo
    I don't brownnose out of town hoes
    I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
    I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
    You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
    Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
    I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
    Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
    I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
    It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
    By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
    I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
    I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
    The Doc was born with a grenade palm
    I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
    Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
    If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high

    "This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G.
    "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> Meth
    "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G.
    "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.
    (repeat all 2X)

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Uhh, uhh
    I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
    Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
    Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
    Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
    Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
    Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
    from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
    Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
    Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
    niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
    in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
    Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
    Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
    Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
    Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
    slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

    [Method Man]
    Now now
    Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
    I take these adolescents back to Spofford
    Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
    that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;
    bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
    Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
    Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
    until they got love for my music
    Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
    and three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
    This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
    Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR
    that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
    This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
    I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
    New York Shitty, put they weight on it
    And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
    Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
    and touch individual, small frame buck and change
    MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
    All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
    Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin
    Hot -- forcin my way up in the door
    to kill the bullshit like a matador
    Keep your hands high (what?)

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