The What

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

Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing

Biggie Smalls is the illest

Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered

"What you talking '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

(T H O D Man)

You don't want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit

It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja

Coming where you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender

Looking cold booty like your pussy in December

Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and

From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping

Acting as if it can't happen

You front and got me mad enough to touch something

Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something

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

Kicking down your goddamn door

(And it goes a lil' something like this)

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it

Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggas pack the clips, keep on

Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew

Meth Tical, putting niggas back in I.C.U

I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew

I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue

No question, I be coming down and shit

Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking 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

(Assume the position)

Stop, look and listen

I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

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 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 fagot took the back way

So instead of making hoes suck my dick up

I used to do stick-up

Cause hoes is irritating 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 motherfucking rap phenomenon

Plus

(I got more Glocks and techs than you)

I make it hot

(Nigga, won't even stand next to you)

Nigga, touch me, you better bust me

Three times in the head

Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it

Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggas pack the clips, keep on

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it

Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggas pack the clips, keep on