"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
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"Meth-Tical.."
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"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
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Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
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the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
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Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
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Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
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So I grab it, never run, the outcome
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is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
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or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
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Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
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The rings and things you sing about, bring em out
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It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
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It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
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but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
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I could chill, the heat doesn't
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Ran up in your shell about a dozen
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You never see bank like Frank White
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Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
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You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
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[Redman]
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Yo.. yo yo
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I don't brownnose out of town hoes
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I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
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I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
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You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
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Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
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I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
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Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
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I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
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It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
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By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
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I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
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I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
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The Doc was born with a grenade palm
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I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
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Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
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If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
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"This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G.
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"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> Meth
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"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G.
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"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.
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(repeat all 2X)
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh, uhh
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I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
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Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
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Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
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Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
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Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
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Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
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from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
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Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
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Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
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niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
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in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
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Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
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Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
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Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
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Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
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slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
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[Method Man]
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Now now
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Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
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I take these adolescents back to Spofford
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Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
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that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;
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bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
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Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
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Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
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until they got love for my music
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Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
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and three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
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This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
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Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR
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that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
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This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
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I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
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New York Shitty, put they weight on it
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And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
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Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
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and touch individual, small frame buck and change
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MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
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All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
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Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin
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| Hot -- forcin my way up in the do |
