The Notorious B.I.G. – The What (Unreleased Version) Lyrics
All it's takin'
Is some marijuana and I'm makin'
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink
Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6-
The holocaust, BIG the merciless
Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes
I'm giving young minds statutory rape
Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right?
You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip
You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man)
Don't tempt me, you don't wanna 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)
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 niggas pack the clips, keep on
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' niggas 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 niggas 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
Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at
Now starts the cardiac arrest Where's your vest?
You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped
Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out
Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out
Niggas wanna do me slugs just run 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
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