[Intro: 3rd Eye & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Aight, aight, aight, y’all know who's in the house
Y’all know who's in the house
Yo, all y’all motherfuckers get the fuck away from the mic
Get the fuck away from the mic
You know what time it is
The Notorious Biggie Smalls in the house
Say word up, say word up
Word up for all the bitch-ass n***as
Yeah, they got Third Eye from the group holdin’ the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we got Naughty by Nature in the house
Yeah, we got them vile-ass Onyx n***as in the house
And it's about to be a big thing, too
Get down, n***a

[Verse 1: Vin Rock]
I wanna speak up on a beat down (Beat down)
T-Dub's heating up the motherfucking streets now (Streets now)
This time I break apart the only swollen phony ones
Who's home? Bony ones
Can't fuck with the only ones
Ask the rody, holy one
Ass whipped fast, slow ass, don't have, broke
Heard a nurse pulled a steel toe out your asshole
Even Apache's on your path, him and your punk ass boyfriend You're gangsta? We don't sweat your ass
[Verse 2: Treach]
Who wants that smoke?
Just one minute, one n***a with one AM
Want some straight big shit
Like today was tomorrow yesterday
It ain't just your neighborhood I hold
So when I roll, there goes your whole motherfucking zip code
A real n***a coming up with the rumor
If I can't suck you later, then bitch fuck you sooner
I’m playing trooper like a party pooper
Shoot ya in the Timber boots, you got moles
From my nose to my skin super

[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
So you flip the shit, ayo you flip the shit
I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit
No, no, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit
But I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit
I don’t want that shit, n***a, you flip the shit
Ayo, you flip the shit, nah, nah, nah, man, you flip that shit
I don’t want this shit, n***a, you flip that shit

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
All you n***as better leave the fuckin' state
No need to masturbate, fuckin' with Biggie, it's time to castrate
It's clobberin’ time
When I rip rhymes, I quench thirsts like Very Fines
And I'm still thirsty, n***as wanna hurt the six-pack maniac
Tote TECs, and MACs, black
Check the stacks, what the fuck?
I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe
And I'm wicked with the slow flow
You know, I'm pressing hard, I'm leaving creases
Cutting up bodies and talking to the pieces
It gets deep, kid, deep enough to touch the bone
Brooklyn's own Al Capone
Get stoned off the blunt when it's filled with the skunk
Get drunk and do a demolition to punk
And all chumps that scream that my shit don't thump
They catch lumps and bumps, I put the shaker in your rump
[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
Ayo, you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit
I don't want this shit, n***a, you flip that shit
No, you flip the shit, ayo, you flip that shit
I don't want this shit, n***a, you flip that shit
No, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit
But I don’t want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, ho, you flip that shit
I don’t want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit

[Verse 4: TROO-KULA & 3rd Eye]
Yeah, ayo special request, dig up in your chest
That's my n***a West (Yes), my Budacest motherfucking bee's nest
Big, watch you stick when I wink and I nod
3rd Eye's raw, we'll take your life like God
For the glory of ya
Have you heard of this murderous gunslinger n***a swingin'?
I’m into bringing drama, run to mom-dukes
I smoke Buddha, I’m smokin’ the blunts of the skunk
And I get funky like manure
In the Bronx, swervin' mirrors in
Intelligent militant, that’ll lose 100 percent
Ayo, fuck your set 'cause that's nonsense
I keep bodies in the cemetery, let's make 'em conscious
And that n***a West is on a mission
Uh-oh, I don't be bullshitting
I'll stomp a mudhole in your butthole
I rip and I flip that quick like you should've let me get that
Man, I don't want it, take this shit back
[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
So you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit
I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip the shit
Ay, n***a, you flip that shit, nah, nah, you flip that shit
I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit
Hey, you flip that shit, but I don't want that shit
I don't want that shit either, n***a, you flip that shit
No, you flip that shit, will you flip this shit?
But I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit

[Verse 5: Fredro Starr, Sonny Seeza, Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
Ayo, gimme that shit you fuckin' bald-headed bastard
What, the evil nasty acid?
Yeah, the shit that burn they asses
So ashes to ashes?
Blast with the ghetto gas
And I'm going, n***as knowing
I'm showing my Razzamatazz-manian Devil rebel style
N***as know we fuckin' wild
I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild, so we's wild
So capture the rapture!
The black disaster

[Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
I swear to fuckin' god I'll raise hell and make the white man call me master (Uh!)
I'm 666 and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio, they closed your ears but read my lips, I rips
And if you eat my words I'll leave you strung like um
(Um, Um)
It was on the tip of my tongue
But now it's stuck between my throat, I can't breath for a lick
If Onyx ain’t the top pick, you must be suckin’ a glass dick
Just like his motherfuckin' mother
Yeah, she swallowed the babies
And you'll suck the motherfuckers that we biting, getting rabies
(Get ready!)

[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
C'mon, man, you flip that shit, nah, you flip the shit
But I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, why, you flip that shit
I don't want that shit, n***a, you flip the shit
Ayo you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit
But I don't want that shit, here, you flip that shit
N***a, you flip the shit, but I don't want that shit
N***a you flip the shit, you better flip this shit