Notorious B.I.G. - The What Lyrics
Verse one: notorious, methI used to get feels on a *****Now I throw shields on the dickTo stop me from that hiv shitAnd niggaz know they soft like a twinkie fillingPlayin the villianPrepare for this rap killinBiggie smalls is the illestYour style is played out, like arnold wonderedWhat you talkin bout willis?The thrill is gone, the black frank whiteIs here to excite andThrow dick to dykes*****es I like em brainlessGuns I like em stainless steelI want the *****in fortune like the wheelI squeeze gats till my clips is emptyDont tempt me [t-h-o-dMan] you dont want to ***** with biggieHere I am, Ill be damned if this aint some shitCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy gritIts the low killer death trap, yes Im a jet black ninjaComin where you rest at, surrenderStep inside the ring, youse the number one contenderLookin cold booty like your ***** in decemberNigga stop *****in, button up ya lip andFrom method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippinHey, Ill be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappinActin as if it cant happenYou front and got me mad enough to touch somethinYo Im from shaolin, island, and aint afraid to bust somethinSo what cha want nigga, ya punk niggaI got a six-shooter and a horse named triggerIts real, ninety-four, rugged rawKickin down your God damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]Chorus:***** the world, dont ask me for shitAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard fot itHonies shake your hips, ya dont stopAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep onVerse two: meth, notoriousVerse two, comin with that olde e brewMeth-tical, puttin niggaz back in i.c.u.Im lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crewI got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue, huhNo question, I be comin down and shitYo I gets rugged as a mother*****in carpet getAnd niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mentalI spark and they cells get warmIm not a gentle, man, Im a method, man!Baby accept it, utmost respect it[assume the position] stop look and listenI spit on your grave then I grab my charles dickensWelcome to my centerHonies feel it deep in they placentaCold as the pole in the winterFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewedAnd when my mac unloadsIm guaranteed another videoReady to die, why I act that way?Pop duke left mom dukeThe faggot took the back waySo instead of makin hoes suck my dick upI used to do stick-upCause hoes is irritatin like the hic-cupsExcuse me, flows just grow through meLike trees to branchesCliffs to avalanchesIts the praying mantisDeep like the mind of farrakhanA mother*****in rap phenomenon, plus[i got more glocks and techs than you]I make it hot [nigga wont even stand next to you]Nigga touch me you better bust meTree times in the headOr mother*****ers dead, ya thought soChorus: repeat 2x
