• 																					Verse One: Notorious, Meth

    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]

    Chorus:

    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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