Домой Тексты песен The What

The What

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[Verse 1:]
[The Notorious B.
I.
G.:]
I used to get feels on a bitch,
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit,
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling,
Playin’ the villain, prepare for this rap killing.
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, «Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, Willis?»
The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes.
Bitches, I like ’em brainless, guns I like ’em stainless steel,
I want the fuckin’ Fortune like the Wheel.
I squeeze gats ’til my clips is empty,
Don’t tempt me, you don’t want to fuck with the M-E…
[Method Man:]…
T-H-O-D Man, here I am!
I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit,
Come to spread the butter lyrics over harmony 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, you’s the number one contender,
Lookin’ cold-booty like your pussy in December,
Nigga, stop bitchin’, button up your lip, and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping.
Hey, I’ll be kickin’, you, son, you doin’ all the yappin’,
Actin’ as if it can’t happen.
Your frontin’ got me mad enough to touch something,
Yo, I’m from Shaolin Island and ain’t afraid to bust something.
So what you want, nigga? You won’t, nigga!
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger.
It’s real, ’94 rugged-raw,
Kickin’ down your goddamn door!
[The Notorious B.
I.
G.:]
And it goes a little something like this
[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.
I.
G.]
Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit!
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it.
Honeys, shake your hips,
You don’t stop!
And niggas pack the clips,
Keep on, bitch!
[Verse 2:]
[Method Man:]
Verse two comin’ with that Olde E brew,
Meth-Tical, putting niggas back in ICU,
I’m lifted, troop, 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 mothafuckin’ 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
[The Notorious B.
I.
G.:]
Assume the position!
[Method Man:]
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 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 makin’ hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups, ’cause hoes is irritatin’ like the hiccups,
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 mothafuckin’ rap phenomenon, plus
[Method Man:]
I got more Glocks and TECs than you.
[The Notorious B.
I.
G.:]
I make it hot.
[Method Man:]
Niggas won’t even stand next to you.
[The Notorious B.
I.
G.:]
Nigga, touch me, you better bust me three times in the head
Or mothafucka’s dead, you thought so.
[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.
I.
G.]
Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit!
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it.
Honeys, shake your hips,
You don’t stop!
And niggas pack the clips,
Keep on, mothafucka!
Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit!
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it.
Honeys, shake your hips,
You don’t stop!
And niggas pack the clips,
Keep on, bitch!
[Outro: Notorious B.
I.
G. & Method Man]
Junior M.
A.
F.
I.
A. clique in full effect!
Punk bitch, yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?
Ah, yeah, hell yeah! Biggie Smalls and Methical!
Bedford–
Stuyvesant the livest one!
My borough is thorough, recognize!9-4 comin’ at you raw, Shaolin Island, yeah!