The What (Explicit)

I used to get feels on a b**ch

Now I throw shields on the dick

To stop me from that HIV sh*t

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

B**ches 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 p**sy in December

Ni**a stobitching button up ya lip and

From Method all you getting is a can of a**-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 ni**a ya punk ni**a

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 sh*t

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 a** crew

I got connections I'll get that a** stuck like glue huh

No question I be coming down and sh*t

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 sh*t 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 ni**a won't even stand next to you

Ni**a 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 sh*t

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 sh*t

Everything you get you gotta work hard fot it

Honies shake your hips you don't stop

And niggaz pack the clips keep on