Dirty B Side

<br>Intro: Jermaine Dupri<br><br>B Side, B side, ha, check it<br>So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration<br>The Notorious BIG in the house<br>We got Da Brat in the house<br>And me, y`all know who I be<br>Check it ...<br><br>I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to<br>Funk for your trunk is what I provide you<br>So slide through your hood with me in your deck<br>Cause your correct way to get your groove on Flossin<br>I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid<br>Fucked around and made some shit you can`t fuck with<br>They thought luck did it, but it didn`t cause I`m back again<br>Back with the Big and my new-found friend<br><br>[Da Brat]<br>Sliding in from the front, never way behind<br>Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine<br>Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo` hip<br>Brat and Biggie Smalls...<br><br>[Nortorious B.I.G.]<br>Aw, shit! <br>On top of all that, I`m so, so remarkable,<br>Flow to make you motherfuckers know<br>Ain`t an MC coming close to touch<br>Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...<br><br>Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal<br>Lay on nite, light up the blunts<br>As we give you motherfuckers just what you want<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I never knew, niggas had a clue <br>On who was the king of the street<br>More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat<br>And my nigga just came home from work, release <br>Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air<br>(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don`t care)<br>Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs<br>when I`m pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist<br>Nigga, no human being, Korean or European<br>be seein` what Big be seein`, I leave `em peein`<br>in they draws, because Biggie Smalls <br>Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ... <br>(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see<br>the Notorious B-R-A-T)<br>The raw combination, the destination, <br>Number one tote a gun with no hestiation<br>Live with the funkdafied cutie pie<br>Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side<br>If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me<br>And we`ll be rapping at your motherfuckin` eulogy, so ...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Jermaine Dupri:<br>Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...<br><br>[Da Brat]<br>I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down<br>The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds<br>Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy<br>Didn`t find nuthin but truth, in the hook B<br>You`re pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die<br>jump in the Benz, took me a little ride<br>round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef<br>and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest<br>We Funkdafied, kicking it live<br>Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive<br>Whether it be track or blunt, ain`t no need to front<br>Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga<br>We comin` mass, his pimpin` ass, his glass is full of Moet<br>The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T<br>Rolling off slow on chrome 17`s<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Outro: Jermaine Dupri<br>Lay back, listen to the B-Side<br>Slide, glide, do whatever you want<br>Get out your lighters<br>We be the rhyme writers<br>Starters ... from the heart of College Park,<br>New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go