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