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Rap Phenomenon

Well it's the Funk Docta Spock

Meth-Tical

Biggie, Biggie

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, an 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 clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate

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

Yo, yo yo

I don't brownnose out of town hoes

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

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 baby

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

This rule is so underrated

Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon

This rule is so underrated

Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon

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, far from soft or fragilla

Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer

Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

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 Jee-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 door to kill the bullshit like a matador

Keep your hands high

What?

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