"Well its the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo cmon 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, shouldnt have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
or where youre 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
Its hard to yell when the barrels in your mouth
Its more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
but they wasnt, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesnt
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
Yo.. yo yo
I dont brownnose out of town hoes
Im up around fo with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, Im John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
Im 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
Its 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
Im 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.." ->
"Actin as if it cant happen, youre frontin" ->
"Aint no other kings in this rap thing.." ->
"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" ->
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, Im due South with keys
Yall pick seeds out yall weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, its my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-twos, and you dont stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cees advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Players Anthem"
Dont 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
Now now
Dont 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 its side
thats infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;
bring the remedy -- when you play the field, whats 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 Im 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
thats 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, Whats-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
Kick me when Im down, but Im up again, scorchin
Hot -- forcin my way up in the ??
to kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)
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