The Notorious B.I.G., Method Man - The What (Unreleased Version) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., Method Man - The What Unreleased Version lyrics]
All it's takin'
Is some marijuana and I'm makin'
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills who's
Still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker explodin' when the
Paper hit's the ink
Grab your gangster chronicles and
Turn to page 6-6-6-
The holocaust, BIG the merciless
Hurry up and close the gate
When my freestyle escapes
I'm giving young minds statutory rape
Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip
Right?
You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip
You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-
(T-H-O-D Man)
Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E
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 won't 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)
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted true
You can bring your 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 niggas 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 and
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then
I grab my Charles Dickens bitch
Welcome to my center
Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat
Where your heart be at
Now starts the cardiac arrest
Where's your vest?
You forgot now you slowly drop
Cuz your heart stopped
Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
Niggas left you
Fucked up passed out with your ass out
Pockets ran through stripped with
Your brains bashed out
Niggas wanna do me slugs just run 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
(Niggas 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
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) , keep on
Motherfucker uh
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) , keep on
Is some marijuana and I'm makin'
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills who's
Still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker explodin' when the
Paper hit's the ink
Grab your gangster chronicles and
Turn to page 6-6-6-
The holocaust, BIG the merciless
Hurry up and close the gate
When my freestyle escapes
I'm giving young minds statutory rape
Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip
Right?
You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip
You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-
(T-H-O-D Man)
Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E
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 won't 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)
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted true
You can bring your 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 niggas 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 and
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then
I grab my Charles Dickens bitch
Welcome to my center
Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat
Where your heart be at
Now starts the cardiac arrest
Where's your vest?
You forgot now you slowly drop
Cuz your heart stopped
Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
Niggas left you
Fucked up passed out with your ass out
Pockets ran through stripped with
Your brains bashed out
Niggas wanna do me slugs just run 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
(Niggas 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
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) , keep on
Motherfucker uh
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta
Work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) , ya don't stop
(And niggas pack the clips) , keep on