(I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls
[ VERSE 1 ]
Listen to me get busy on this track, big shots to Kenny Parker
It sparked ya, marked ya, son, you'se marked for d**h
You gots to be more Man than Meth to f** with Heath-
Er B, be breakin down styles quite simply
You're causin me, hold up, wait, b**hes is forcin me
To show that I'm the ruggeder, I keep 'em turnin yellower
See me, say to yourself, "I can't f** with her"
My rowdy nuccas got all things covered, what!
Pick that time and that spot and we'll meet up
I'm leavin b**hes beat up, tell yo nucca roll his weed up
Cause I'm yankin all you a**-stankin shorties
By yo teeth, so keep yo comments brief
The Lord-have-mercy's and the Oh-my-god's, plus the Please's
You'll be sayin to your Jesus when my rhyme style releases
So trick or lick a dick up, go find some f**in work
Cause the only thing you gon' get around here is hurt
No doubt (No doubt)
(I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls
[ VERSE 2 ]
Y'all remember 'Um Tang, Um Tang'?
Well now nuccas holler 'Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!'
This be a Jersey thang-thang, nothin but street slang
Nothin but blunts hang from the lips of this lyricist
You try and diss, it's a mistake but I'll excuse you
Lose you, defuse you if you claim to be the bomb
Y'all corny mothereffers and y'all slick-talkin heffers
Y'all uppers and your lower lips need sewin together
Y'all talk more sh** than Al Sharpton when the mic on
In person you'se a b**h with tight white panties on
b**h-a**, trick-a**, you can't rhyme
Prepared me for take-off, I'm leavin n***as flatlined
( *flatline* )
I came with that eenie-meenie-minie-moe
And caught a sleepin rapper by the toe
I'm undisguised, you recognize me
In the black jacket and boots made by Polo
A sister that be rockin solo
Over Thorough-Ass Bo, Tone flows with the two followed by three zeros
In 2000 I ain't checkin for no heroes
I just wanna sit back and count mad dinero
And have the CREAM comin from my rear, yo
I speak crystal-clear, so I know that you heard me
Heather B be the one hollerin 'Jersey!'
Chilltown up in this piece
And the Coast be the motherf**in East
No doubt (No doubt)
(I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls
[ VERSE 3 ]
I wanna be more Illmatic than Nas
And have b**hes breakin and 19in and maydayin like Das
EFX, I set, then set off, then re-set
Your whole sound set, your rhyme cipher or your blunt set
sh**, why you stressin me, ock, what I do to you?
Nothin gon' stop the rowdy type from puttin tools to you
Baggy Guess wear his a** tear us by the frame
Gettin a** to a** and smokin ganja by the basket
Rowdy ba*tards, we better batter up
It's time to leave more bodies splattered up
Let's gather up, round up [Names]
Grab a Phillie and a touch of the invincible wideout
We gon' burn on three different crews, from three different hoods
I don't know who lied and told you it was all good
Not around here and that's word
Leavin teeth on the corner and a** on the curb
No doubt (No doubt)
(I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls