Notorious B.I.G. - Rap Phenomenon Lyrics
Well its the funk docta spock..Meth-tical..Biggie.. biggie.. (mmmhmmmmmm)[notorious b.i.g.]Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo cmon big) uhh..***** that, I preach it, my nine reachesThe prestigious, cats that speak this, willie shitFlooded pieces, my hand releases, snatchesSmack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldnt have itSo I grab it, never run, the outcomeIs usually, a beatdown brutally, ***** who you beOr where youre from, west or east coast, squeeze toastLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?The rings and things you sing about, bring em outIts hard to yell when the barrels in your mouthIts more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rentedBut they wasnt, so run it, cousinI could chill, the heat doesntRan up in your shell about a dozenYou never see bank like frank whiteYour hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplateYou bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo hands high[redman]Yo.. yo yoI dont brownnose out of town hoesIm up around fo with the crowbar to the five point ohI get bagged, Im john doe, suspectYou ass like prime roastin, calvin klein clothesExplode the pyros when doc guest appearIm out there, I bought it with george jetson hereYour time is near, so get your body dropped offI stopped trustin niggaz since gotti got caughtIts bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss coloredBy the waist got a gun as dark as kris brotherI.c.u., my sheisty crew, like ice me tooI break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blueThe doc was born with a grenade palmIm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage momYo biggie (what? what? ) she havin my bay-bayyIf I pull out the a.k., keep your hands highThis rule is so underrated.. -> b.i.g.Actin as if it cant happen, youre frontin -> methAint no other kings in this rap thing.. -> b.i.g.Biggie, a mother*****in rap phenomenon -> b.i.g.(repeat all 2x)[notorious b.i.g.]Uhh, uhhI got a new mouth to feed, Im due south with keysYall pick seeds out yall weed, I watch cowards bleedMother*****er please, its my block with my rocks***** that hip-hop, them one-twos, and you dont stopsMe and my nigga lance, took kim and cees advanceBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plantsFrom branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion*****es get ***** off get money, players anthemDont forget, one more chance and, my other hits, other shitNiggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actuallyIn and out like *****in rapidly, pass the gat to meMake his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemyBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins oftenFrank wizzard, ***** you soft or fragillaPlay hard like reggie miller, rapper, slash dope dealerSlash gorilla, slash illest turned killer[method man]Now nowDont approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocketI take these adolescents back to spoffordMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on its sideThats infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;Bring the remedy -- when you play the field, whats the penaltyUnnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckersStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like cupidUntil they got love for my musicStar wars Im han solo, with three egoesAnd three charges, I got to see-three-p.o.sThis is whoop-yo-ass-day, the sequelEyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the warThats my people, sho nuff, befo I roll upThis is a hold up, hands high, reach for the skyI rep s.i., the unpretty, word to left eyeNew york shitty, put they weight on itAnd who better for the job than biggie? the notoriousJeee-zus, unbelievable rhyme that reachesAnd touch individual, small frame buck and changeMc, whats-your-name, tuck your chainAll about the fortune, ***** the fame, labels still extortinKick me when Im down, but Im up again, scorchinHot -- forcin my way up in the doorTo kill the bullshit like a matadorKeep your hands high (what? )
