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 thet like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villian
Prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Your style is played out like Arnold wondered
What you talking about willis
The thrill is gone the black Frank White
Is here to excite and
Throw dick toykes
Bitches I like 'em brainless
Guns I like 'em stainless steel
I wan the f**king Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me
You don't want to f**k with Biggie
Here I am I'll be damned if this ain't hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap yes I'm a jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at surrender
Step inside the ring youse the Number One contender
Looking cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitching button up ya lip and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
Hey I'll be kicking you son you doing all the yapping
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo I'm from Shaolin island and ain't afraid to bust something
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

Kicking down your god damn door and it goes a little something like this
F**k the world don't ask me for shit
And everything you get you gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips you don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips keep on

Verse Two coming with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical putting niggaz back in ICU
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 coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**king 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 making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritating 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 motherf**king 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 motherf**ker's dead ya thought so
F**k 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

F**k the world don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips you don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips keep on