[00:11.64]I used to get feels on a bitch
[00:13.88]Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
[00:18.62]And niggaz know they hot like a twinkie filling
[00:20.75]Playing the Villian prepare for this rap killing
[00:22.30]
[00:23.19]Biggie smalls is the illest
[00:24.31]
[00:24.87]Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
[00:27.36]"What you talking 'bout Willis?"
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[00:28.98]The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
[00:31.29]Is here to excite and throw dick to dyke's
[00:33.84]Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
[00:36.65]I want the f**kin Fortune like the wheel
[00:39.09]
[00:39.84]I squeeze gets till my clips is empty
[00:42.22]Don't tempt me you don't want to f**k with Biggie
[00:44.46]
[00:45.09]Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
[00:47.34]Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
[00:49.75]It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
[00:52.63]
[00:53.38]Comin' where you rest at, surrender
[00:55.43]Step inside the ring, you're the number one contender
[00:58.38]Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December
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[01:01.00]Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
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[01:04.73]From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin'
[01:06.43]Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin'
[01:10.61]Actin' as if it can't happen'
[01:12.36]You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
[01:14.34]Yo I'm from Shaolin', Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
[01:17.31]So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
[01:20.05]
[01:20.56]I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
[01:22.98]
[01:23.50]It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
[01:25.98]
[01:27.05]Kickin' down your god damn door
[01:28.36]
[01:29.36]F**k the world, don't ask me for shit
[01:31.73]
[01:32.41]And everything you get ya gotta work hard foot it
[01:35.04]
[01:35.59]Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
[01:37.34]
[01:38.09]And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
[01:39.79]
[01:40.41]Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
[01:43.51]Meth-tical, puttin' niggaz back in I.C.U.
[01:45.32]
[01:46.15]I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
[01:49.01]I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
[01:52.08]No question, I be comin' down and shit
[01:54.51]Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**kin' carpet get
[01:56.56]
[01:57.26]And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
[02:01.05]I spark and they cells get warm
[02:03.12]I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man
[02:05.91]Baby accept it, utmost respect it
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[02:08.17]Assume the position, stop, look and listen
[02:10.34]
[02:10.97]I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
[02:13.97]Welcome to my center, honies feel it deep in they placenta
[02:16.72]
[02:17.35]Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor
[02:20.72]But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads
[02:23.97]I'm guaranteed another video
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[02:26.02]Ready to die, why I act that way
[02:28.25]Pop Duke left Mom Duke the faggot took the back way
[02:31.19]So instead of makin' hoes suck my dick up, I used to do stick-up
[02:35.16]'Cause hoes is irritatin' like the hiccups
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[02:37.28]Excuse me, flows just grow through me like trees to branches
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[02:40.89]Cliffs to avalanches, it's the praying mantis
[02:43.22]
[02:43.77]Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
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[02:45.96]A motherf**kin' rap phenomenon, plus
[02:48.08]I got more glocks and techs than you
[02:50.44]I make it hot nigga won't even stand next to you
[02:53.13]Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
[02:56.13]Or motherf**ker's dead, ya thought so
[02:58.57]
[03:00.25]F**k the world, don't ask me for shit
[03:02.25]And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
[03:04.74]Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
[03:06.43]
[03:07.30]And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
[03:09.42]F**k the world, don't ask me for shit
[03:11.47]
[03:12.11]And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
[03:14.83]
[03:15.58]Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
[03:17.83]
[03:18.58]And niggaz pack the clips, keep on