Rap Phenomenon Lyrics

Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."

"Meth-Tical.."

"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..

Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches

the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit

Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches

Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it

So I grab it, never run, the outcome

is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be

or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast

Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The rings and things you sing about, bring em out

It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth

It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented

but they wasn't, so run it, cousin

I could chill, the heat doesn't

Ran up in your shell about a dozen

You never see bank like Frank White

Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate

You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

[Redman]

Yo.. yo yo

I don't brownnose out of town hoes

I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh

I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect

You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes

Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear

I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here

Your time is near, so get your body dropped off

I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught

It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored

By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother

I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too

I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue

The Doc was born with a grenade palm

I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom

Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy

If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high

"This rule is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]

"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> [Meth]

"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> [B.I.G.]

"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> [B.I.G.]

[repeat all 2X]
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[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh, uhh

I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys

Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed

Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks

Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops

Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance

Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants

from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion

Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit

niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually

in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me

Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy

Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often

Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla

Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer

slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

[Method Man]

Now now

Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket

I take these adolescents back to Spofford

Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side

that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;

bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty

Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers

Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid

until they got love for my music

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes

and three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"

This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel

Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR

that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up

This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky

I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye

New York Shitty, put they weight on it

And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious

Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches

and touch individual, small frame buck and change

MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain

All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin

Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin

Hot -- forcin my way up in the ??

to kill the bullshit like a matador

Keep your hands high (what