Well it's the Docta Spock Biggie, Uhh uhh uhh Yo Big Uhh
Fuck that, I it, my nine reaches The prestigious that speak this, Willie shit pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers have it So I grab it, never run, an outcome is a beatdown brutally Fuck who you be or where from, West or East coast toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought jewels was rented But they wasn't, so run it, I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your about a dozen You see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin', your contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' high
Yo, yo yo I don't out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the to the five point O I get bagged, I'm John Doe, You ass like prime roastin', Calvin Klein Explode the pyros Doc guest appear I'm out there, I it with George Jetson here Your time is near, so get your body off I stopped trustin' niggaz since Gotti got
It's Bricks keep wrist covered or piss colored By the waist got a gun as as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty like ice me too I break your legs, your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a palm I'm in your hood like a teenage mom Yo What? She havin' my If I out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so Actin' as if it can't happen, you're Ain't no other kings in this rap Biggie, a rap phenomenon
This rule is so as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in rap thing Biggie, a rap phenomenon
Uhh, uhh I got a new to feed, I'm due South with keys pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and you stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's Bought ten bricks, four pounds of plants From Branson, now we lampin', room mansion Bitches get off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit Niggaz spit be counterfeit, come actually In and out fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, blasphemy Blastin' me, your family, in coffins often Frank Wizzard, far from soft or Play hard like Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
Now now Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of I take adolescents back to Spofford Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on side That's infinity too many sick niggaz, nickel Bring the remedy when you play the field, the penalty Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid Until got love for my music
Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes And charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s" This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swords in the war That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I up is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky I rep S.I., the unpretty, to Left Eye New York Shitty, put weight on it
And who better for the job than The Notorious Jee-zus "Unbelievable" rhyme that and touch individual Small frame and change MC, What's-Your-Name, your chain All about the fortune, fuck the fame, still extortin' Kick me I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin' Hot, forcin' my way up in the door to kill the bullshit like a Keep your high