Born Again

"Well it`s the Funk Docta Spock.."<br> "Meth-Tical.."<br>"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c`mon Big) uhh..<br>Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches<br>the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit<br>Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches<br>Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn`t have it<br>So I grab it, never run, the outcome<br>is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be<br>or where you`re from, West or East coast, squeeze toast<br>Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?<br>The rings and things you sing about, bring `em out<br>It`s hard to yell when the barrel`s in your mouth<br>It`s more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented<br>but they wasn`t, so run it, cousin<br>I could chill, the heat doesn`t<br>Ran up in your shell about a dozen<br>You never see bank like Frank White<br>Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate<br>You `bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo` hands high<br><br>[Redman]<br>Yo.. yo yo<br>I don`t brownnose out of town hoes<br>I`m up around fo` with the crowbar to the five point oh<br>I get bagged, I`m John Doe, suspect<br>You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes<br>Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear<br>I`m out there, I bought it with George Jetson here<br>Your time is near, so get your body dropped off<br>I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught<br>It`s Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored<br>By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother<br>I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too<br>I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue<br>The Doc was born with a grenade palm<br>I`m concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom<br>Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy<br>If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high<br><br> "This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G.<br> "Actin as if it can`t happen, you`re frontin" -> Meth<br> "Ain`t no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G.<br> "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.<br> (repeat all 2X)<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhh, uhh<br>I got a new mouth to feed, I`m due South with keys<br>Y`all pick seeds out y`all weed, I watch cowards bleed<br>Motherfucker please, it`s my block with my rocks<br>Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two`s, and you don`t stops<br>Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee`s advance<br>Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants<br>from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion<br>Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player`s Anthem"<br>Don`t forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit<br>niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually<br>in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me<br>Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy<br>Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often<br>Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla<br>Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer<br>slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Now now<br>Don`t approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket<br>I take these adolescents back to Spofford<br>Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it`s side<br>that`s infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;<br>bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what`s the penalty<br>Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers<br>Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid<br>until they got love for my music<br>Star Wars I`m Han Solo, with three egoes<br>and three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.`s"<br>This is whoop-yo`-ass-day, the sequel<br>Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR<br>that`s my people, sho` nuff, befo` I roll up<br>This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky<br>I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye<br>New York Shitty, put they weight on it<br>And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious<br>Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches<br>and touch individual, small frame buck and change<br>MC, What`s-Your-Name, tuck your chain<br>All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin<br>Kick me when I`m down, but I`m up again, scorchin<br>Hot -- forcin my way up in the door<br>to kill the bullshit like a matador<br>Keep your hands high (what?)