The Notorious B.I.G., Method Man, Redman - Rap Phenomenon lyrics

"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock"
"Meth Tical" "Biggie biggie" (mmmhmmmm)

Uhh uhh uhh (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious, cats that speak this
Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers
Shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally
Fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast
Squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what
What? The rings and things you sing about
Bring 'em out it's hard to yell when the
Barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected
I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin
Your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait
Keep yo' hands high

Yo yo yo i don't brown nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar
To the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin
Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there
I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near
So get your body dropped off
I stopped trusting niggas since
Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered
I'm piss colored by the waist got a gun
As dark as Kris brother
ICU, my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs
Leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc was born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your hood like a
Teenage mom
Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay bayy
If I pull out the AK, keep your hands high

This rule is so underrated
Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
This rule is so underrated
Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon

Uhh, uhh i got a new mouth to feed
I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed
I watch cowards bleed motherfucker please
It's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's
And you don't stops me and my nigga Lance
Took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lampin
Twelve room mansion
Bitches get naked off "Get Money"
"Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance"
And my other hit's, other shit
Niggas spit be counterfeit
Robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin rapidly
Pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where
His back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin me, your family
Rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper
Slash dope dealer
Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller

Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit
You out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally, my energy, is like a
Figure eight, on it's side, that's infinity
Too many sick niggas
Nickel nines bring the remedy
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Unnecessary roughness
Career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid
Shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-PO's"
This is whoop yo'-ass day, the sequel
High bar flow-er with no equal
Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR
That's my people
Sho' nuff, before I roll up
This is a hold up
Hands high, reach for the sky
I rep SI, the unpretty, word to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie?
The Notorious, Jeee-zus
"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
And touch individual
Small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame
Labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again
Scorchin' hot forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)