The What

<br>Verse One: Notorious, Meth<br><br>I used to get feels on a bitch<br>Now I throw shields on the dick<br>To stop me from that HIV shit<br>And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling<br>Playin the villian<br>Prepare for this rap killin<br>Biggie Smalls is the illest<br>Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered<br>"What you talkin bout Willis?"<br>The thrill is gone, the black Frank White<br>is here to excite and<br>throw dick to dykes<br>Bitches I like em brainless<br>Guns I like em stainless steel<br>I want the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel<br>I squeeze gats till my clips is empty<br>Don`t tempt me [T-H-O-D<br>Man] You don`t want to fuck with Biggie<br><br>Here I am, I`ll be damned if this ain`t some shit<br>Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit<br>It`s the low killer death trap, yes I`m a jet black ninja<br>Comin where you rest at, surrender<br>Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender<br>Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December<br>Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and<br>From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin<br>Hey, I`ll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin<br>Actin as if it can`t happen<br>You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin<br>Yo I`m from Shaolin, Island, and ain`t afraid to bust somethin<br>So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga<br>I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger<br>It`s real, ninety-four, rugged raw<br>Kickin down your god damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Fuck the world, don`t ask me for shit<br>And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it<br>Honies shake your hips, ya don`t stop<br>And niggaz pack the clips, keep on<br><br>Verse Two: Meth, Notorious<br><br>Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew<br>Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.<br>I`m lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew<br>I got connections, I`ll get that ass stuck like glue, huh<br>No question, I be comin down and shit<br>Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get<br>And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental<br>I spark and they cells get warm<br>I`m not a gentle, man, I`m a Method, Man!<br>Baby accept it, utmost respect it<br>[Assume the position] Stop look and listen<br>I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens<br><br>Welcome to my center<br>Honies feel it deep in they placenta<br>Cold as the pole in the winter<br>Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed<br>And when my Mac unloads<br>I`m guaranteed another video<br>Ready to die, why I act that way?<br>Pop Duke left Mom Duke<br>The faggot took the back way<br>So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up<br>I used to do stick-up<br>Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS<br>Excuse me, flows just grow through me<br>Like trees to branches<br>Cliffs to avalanches<br>It`s the praying mantis<br>Deep like the mind of Farrakhan<br>A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus<br><br>[I got more glocks and techs than you]<br>I make it hot [Nigga won`t even stand next to you]<br>Nigga touch me you better bust me<br>tree times in the head<br>Or motherfucker`s dead, ya thought so<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X