I used to get feels on a bitch
 Now I throw shields on the dick
 To stop me from that HIV shit
 And niggaz know they hot like a Twinkie filling
 Playin the villian
 Prepare for this rap killin
 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
 Bitches I like em brainless
 Guns I like em stainless steel
 I want the fuckin 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 fuck with Biggie

 Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
 Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
 It's the low killer death 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 pussy in December
 Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
 From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-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 nigga, ya punk nigga
 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:

 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
 Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
 And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

 Verse Two: Meth, Notorious

 Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
 Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
 I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
 I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
 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
 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 shit 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 faggot took the back way
 So instead of makin hoes suck 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 motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

 [I got more glocks and techs than you]
 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

 Chorus: repeat 2X