The Notorious B.I.G. The What Lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G., Method Man]
I used to get feels on a b____
Now I throw shields on the d___
To stop me from that HIV s___
And n____z know they soft like a Twinkie fillin'
Playin' the villian, prepare for this rap killin'
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and throw d___ to d___s
b____es I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the f___in' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to f___ with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be d___ed if this ain't some s___
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'se the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your p____ in December
n____ stop b____in', b___on up your lip and
From Method all you gettin' is a can of a__-whippin'
Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin all the yappin'
Actin' as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo I'm from Shaolin Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
So what'chu want n____? You want n____?
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, '94, rugged raw
Kickin' down your g______ door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)..

[Chorus:]
f___ the world, don't ask me for s___
And everything you get you gotta work HARD for it
Honies shake your hips (you don't stop)
And n____z pack the clips (keep on, b____!)

[Method Man, Notorious B.I.G.]
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' n____z back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack a__ crew
I got connections, I'll get that a__ stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and s___
Yo I gets rugged as a m_________in' carpet get
And n____z 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
(a__ume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles d___ens

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 s___ 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 f__got took the back way
So instead of makin' hoes suck my d___ up
I used to do stick-up cause hoes is irritatin' 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 m_________in' rap phenomenon, plus..

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (n____z won't even stand next to you)
n____ touch me you better bust me tree times in the head
Or m_________er's dead, you thought so

[Chorus X2]