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[Verse One: Notorious, Meth]

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV s***t
And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smallz 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 dick toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the f***n 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***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
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your p***y in December
Nigga stobitchin, button up ya 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 cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like thïs)

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