Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - The What lyrics

[Verse One: Notorious, Meth] I used to get feels on a b**h Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV sh** And n***az know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for this rap k**in Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick to dykes b**hes I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel I want the f**in Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man) You don't want to f** with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some sh** Come to spread the bu*ter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low k**er d**h 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 p**y in December n***a stop b**hin, bu*ton up ya lip and From Method all you gettin is a can of a**-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 n***a, ya punk n***a 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) [Chorus:] f** the world, don't ask me for sh** And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop And n***az pack the clips, keep on [Verse Two: Meth, Notorious] Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin n***az back in I.C.U. I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack a** crew I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin down and sh** Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**in carpet get And n***az 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 Far from the inventor, but I got this rap sh** sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke The f*ggot took the back way So instead of makin hoes s** my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherf**in rap phenomenon, plus (I got more glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (n***a won't even stand next to you) n***a touch me you better bust me tree times in the head Or motherf**er's dead, ya thought so [Chorus: repeat 2X]