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The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man Lyrics

I used to get feels on a bitch
In the past, I used to have romantic feelings towards women.

Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit
I now protect myself during sexual intercourse to avoid contracting HIV.

And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for this rap killin
Other rappers are weak and fake, pretending to be villains. They should be ready for my superior rap skills.

Biggie Smalls is the illest
I am the best rapper out there.

Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered 'What you talkin bout Willis?'
Your music style is outdated, just like the catchphrase of a character from a classic TV show.

The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
I'm here to reintroduce excitement to my music, and I'm not afraid to have sex with women who prefer other women.

Bitches I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel I want the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel
I prefer women who are not very intelligent and I like guns made of stainless steel. I also want to have a lot of money.

I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt me [T-H-O-D Man] You don't want to fuck with Biggie
I will use my guns until I run out of bullets. Don't provoke me, because you don't want to mess with me.

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
I'm here, and my rhymes are amazing. I will share them with you like butter over southern grits.

It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja Comin where you rest at, surrender
I'm a deadly trap, and I move quickly and quietly like a ninja. Surrender when I approach you.

Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Get ready to fight against me, because you're the next in line. You look weak and unimpressive, just like a cold, unpleasant vagina.

Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Stop complaining and be quiet. From me, Method Man, you'll get a beating.

Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin Actin as if it can't happen
I'll be doing the fighting, while you just talk a lot. You act like nothing can happen to you.

You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
You're trying to act tough and you're making me angry. I'm from Shaolin, Island, and I'm not afraid to use violence.

So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
What do you want from me? You're a coward. I have a gun and a horse that I can use to escape.

It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]
This is how it is in 1994, rough and unpolished. I'll break down your door with my music.

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
I don't care about anything or anyone else, you have to put in the work to get what you want. Women, keep dancing and men, keep carrying guns.

Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
The second verse is here, and I'm drinking Olde English beer. I'm Method Man, and I'm putting rappers in the intensive care unit.

I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
I'm high on drugs, and you can bring your terrible crew to fight against me. I have powerful connections, and I'll make sure you're defeated.

No question, I be comin down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm
No doubt about it, I will come down hard. I get rough, like a shag carpet. People love my music, not just physically, but mentally. I inspire them.

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
I'm not gentle, I'm Method Man! You need to accept that and respect me. Get ready for me to come after you. I'll even spit on your grave, and then I'll read a literary classic by author Charles Dickens.

Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter
Welcome to my world, where women feel it deep inside themselves. My music is as cold and hard as a frozen pole in winter.

Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video
I didn't invent rap music, but I'm really good at it. When I release another hit, I'll be sure to make another music video.

Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke The faggot took the back way
I act like I'm ready to die because of personal problems. My father left my mother, and he left in a shameful way.

So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Instead of having women perform oral sex on me, I used to rob people. Women are annoying, like the hiccups.

Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis
Excuse me, the words come so naturally to me. Like the growth of trees or the movement of cliffs, it's just a natural part of me. I'm like a praying mantis.

Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus I make it hot [Nigga won't even stand next to you] Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
My thoughts are deep, like those of Louis Farrakhan. I'm an amazing rapper, and when I perform, people get excited. Nobody wants to stand next to me, and if they touch me, they better be prepared to fight back. If I have to defend myself, I won't stop until they're dead.