Rap Phenomenon (feat. Redman & Methodman)
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Well it's the Funk Docta Spock...
Meth-Tical."
Biggie. Biggie... (mmmhmmmmmm)
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 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 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 niggas 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
"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
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
Niggas 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
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 niggas, 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, niggas 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 door
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)
Meth-Tical."
Biggie. Biggie... (mmmhmmmmmm)
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 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 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 niggas 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
"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
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
Niggas 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
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 niggas, 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, niggas 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 door
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.44] Well it's the Funk Docta Spock...
[00:02.29] Meth-Tical."
[00:03.47] Biggie. Biggie... (mmmhmmmmmm)
[00:06.38] Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.
[00:11.98] Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
[00:14.50] The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
[00:17.53] Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:20.07] Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
[00:23.16] So I grab it, never run, the outcome
[00:25.76] Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
[00:28.61] Or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
[00:31.04] Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
[00:34.02] The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:36.77] It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
[00:39.51] It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
[00:42.65] But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
[00:44.98] I could chill, the heat doesn't
[00:46.63] Ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:48.69] You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.85] Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.56] You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
[00:54.91] Yo. yo yo
[00:55.98] I don't brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.57] I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
[01:01.99] I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
[01:04.32] You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.40] Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.22] I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:13.09] Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.77] I stopped trustin niggas since Gotti got caught
[01:18.52] It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
[01:21.33] By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.25] I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
[01:27.30] I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:29.71] The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.24] I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
[01:35.00] Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
[01:38.04] If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:41.62] "This rule is so underrated." -] B.I.G
[01:43.57] "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -] Meth
[01:46.21] "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing." -] B.I.G
[01:48.83] "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -] B.I.G
[01:52.52] "This rule is so underrated." -] B.I.G
[01:54.73] "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -] Meth
[01:57.51] "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing." -] B.I.G
[02:00.34] "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -] B.I.G
[02:02.08] Uhh, uhh
[02:02.70] I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
[02:05.58] Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.38] Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
[02:11.16] Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
[02:14.14] Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
[02:16.79] Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
[02:19.44] From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
[02:22.31] Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
[02:25.00] Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
[02:27.95] Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.72] In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.52] Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
[02:36.84] Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.39] Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
[02:41.84] Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
[02:44.58] Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[02:45.94] Now now
[02:47.04] Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:49.99] I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.49] Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
[02:55.55] That's infinity -- too many sick niggas, nickel nines;
[02:58.24] Bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
[03:01.81] Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
[03:05.23] Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.86] Until they got love for my music
[03:10.35] Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.75] And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
[03:15.50] This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.86] Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin swords in the WAR
[03:21.70] That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
[03:24.39] This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:27.26] I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:30.08] New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.37] And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
[03:34.62] Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
[03:37.82] And touch individual, small frame buck and change
[03:40.47] MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:43.16] All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
[03:46.44] Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin
[03:49.06] Hot -- forcin my way up in the door
[03:51.71] To kill the bullshit like a matador
[03:54.16] Keep your hands high (what?)
[03:59.58]
[00:02.29] Meth-Tical."
[00:03.47] Biggie. Biggie... (mmmhmmmmmm)
[00:06.38] Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.
[00:11.98] Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
[00:14.50] The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
[00:17.53] Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:20.07] Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
[00:23.16] So I grab it, never run, the outcome
[00:25.76] Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
[00:28.61] Or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
[00:31.04] Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
[00:34.02] The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:36.77] It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
[00:39.51] It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
[00:42.65] But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
[00:44.98] I could chill, the heat doesn't
[00:46.63] Ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:48.69] You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.85] Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.56] You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
[00:54.91] Yo. yo yo
[00:55.98] I don't brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.57] I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
[01:01.99] I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
[01:04.32] You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.40] Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.22] I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:13.09] Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.77] I stopped trustin niggas since Gotti got caught
[01:18.52] It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
[01:21.33] By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.25] I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
[01:27.30] I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:29.71] The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.24] I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
[01:35.00] Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
[01:38.04] If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:41.62] "This rule is so underrated." -] B.I.G
[01:43.57] "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -] Meth
[01:46.21] "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing." -] B.I.G
[01:48.83] "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -] B.I.G
[01:52.52] "This rule is so underrated." -] B.I.G
[01:54.73] "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -] Meth
[01:57.51] "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing." -] B.I.G
[02:00.34] "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -] B.I.G
[02:02.08] Uhh, uhh
[02:02.70] I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
[02:05.58] Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.38] Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
[02:11.16] Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
[02:14.14] Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
[02:16.79] Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
[02:19.44] From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
[02:22.31] Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
[02:25.00] Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
[02:27.95] Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.72] In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.52] Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
[02:36.84] Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.39] Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
[02:41.84] Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
[02:44.58] Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[02:45.94] Now now
[02:47.04] Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:49.99] I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.49] Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side
[02:55.55] That's infinity -- too many sick niggas, nickel nines;
[02:58.24] Bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
[03:01.81] Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
[03:05.23] Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.86] Until they got love for my music
[03:10.35] Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.75] And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
[03:15.50] This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.86] Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin swords in the WAR
[03:21.70] That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
[03:24.39] This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:27.26] I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:30.08] New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.37] And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
[03:34.62] Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
[03:37.82] And touch individual, small frame buck and change
[03:40.47] MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:43.16] All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
[03:46.44] Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin
[03:49.06] Hot -- forcin my way up in the door
[03:51.71] To kill the bullshit like a matador
[03:54.16] Keep your hands high (what?)
[03:59.58]