[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
All it's takin' is some marijuana and I'm makin'
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink
Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6-
The holocaust, BIG the merciless
Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes
I'm givin' young minds statutory rape
Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right?
You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip
You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man)
Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E

[Verse 2: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
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
Comin' where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December
N***a stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-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 n***a? Ya won't n***a
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin' down your goddamn door (And it goes a lil' somethin' like this)
[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) Ya don't stop
(And n***as pack the clips) Keep on, bitch

[Verse 3: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' n***as back in I.C.U
I'm lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And n***as 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 and
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Bitch

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
Welcome to my center
Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at
Now starts the cardiac arrest, where's your vest?
You forgot now you slowly drop 'cause your heart stopped beatin'
Your bitch-ass crew is retreatin'
N***as left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out
Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out
N***as wanna do me slugs just run through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the prayin' mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon, plus
I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot
N***as won't even stand next to you
N***a touch me you better bust me
Tree times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake your hips) Ya don't stop
(And n***as pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
Motherfucker uh
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
(Honeys shake the hips) Ya don't stop
(And n***as pack the clips) Keep on, bitch