The Notorious B.I.G.
Ready To Die
The What
(featuring Method Man)
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from the HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a twinkie fillin
Playin the villain, prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out like Arnold with that "Whatcha talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone the black frank's wife
Is here to excite and throw dicks to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the fuckin fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuckin come up against me
[Method Man]
...T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, I'll be damned if I sing some shit
Come to spread the butta lyrics over hominy grits
It's the mo killa death track
Yes I'm a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at surrender
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Niggas stop bitchin, button up your lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass whippin
Hey, I be kickin you son you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You frontin got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what you want nigga, you want nigga?
I got a six shooter and a horse named trigger
It's real, '94 rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door
[The Notorious B.I.G. (Method Man)]
Chorus:
And it goes a lil somethin like this....
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you got to work hard for it
Honey shake your hips (you don't stop)
And niggas pack the clips (keep on)
[Method Man]
Verse two, comin with that Old E brew
Methical's puttin niggas back in ICU
I'm lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue
No question I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a muthafuckin 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 gentleman, I'm a Method Man
Baby accept it, utmost respected and
(Assume the position) stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens bitch
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sowed
And when my mack unloads I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die why I act that way
Pops dukes left mom dukes the faggot took the back way
So instead I'm makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow thru me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A muthafuckin rap phenomenom
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 three times in the head
Or muthafucka's dead - ya thought so
[The Notorious B.I.G. (Method Man)]
Chorus 2x
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click in full effect
(Punk bitch, yeah, what the fuck you want nigga)
Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Methical)
Make it Stuyvasant the livest one my borough is thorough, recognize
(9-4 comin atcha raw Shaolin Island)
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