Lyrics Rap Phenomenon.lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
[id: pshksyhr]
[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Born Again]
[ti: Rap Phenomenon]
[length: 04:02]
[00:03.16]”Meth-Tical.”
[00:04.19]”Biggie. Biggie.” (mmmhmmmmmm)
[00:07.19]Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c’mon Big) uhh.
[00:11.67]Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
[00:14.30]The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
[00:17.24]Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:20.01]Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn’t have it
[00:22.91]So I grab it, never run, the outcome
[00:25.48]Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
[00:28.50]Or where you’re from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
[00:31.05]Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
[00:34.15]The rings and things you sing about, bring ’em out
[00:36.75]It’s hard to yell when the barrel’s in your mouth
[00:39.45]It’s more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
[00:42.58]But they wasn’t, so run it, cousin
[00:44.72]I could chill, the heat doesn’t
[00:46.72]Ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:48.53]You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.98]Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.53]You ’bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo’ hands high
[00:55.80]Yo. yo yo
[00:56.42]I don’t brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.43]I’m up around fo’ with the crowbar to the five point oh
[01:01.68]I get bagged, I’m John Doe, suspect
[01:04.77]You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.26]Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.19]I’m out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:12.73]Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.67]I stopped trustin niggas since Gotti got caught
[01:18.66]It’s Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
[01:21.15]By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.23]I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
[01:26.55]I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:29.84]The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.20]I’m concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
[01:35.16]Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
[01:38.07]If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:40.51]”This rule is so underrated.” -]
[01:43.98]”Actin as if it can’t happen, you’re frontin” –
[01:46.45]”Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing.” –
[01:48.91]”Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon” –
[01:59.63]Uhh, uhh
[02:03.01]I got a new mouth to feed, I’m due South with keys
[02:05.87]Y’all pick seeds out y’all weed, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.49]Motherfucker please, it’s my block with my rocks
[02:11.39]Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two’s, andyou don’t stops
[02:14.39]Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee’s advance
[02:16.62]Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
[02:19.43]From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
[02:22.49]Bitches get naked off “Get Money”, “Player’s Anthem”
[02:25.05]Don’t forget, “One More Chance” and, my other hits, other shit
[02:28.14]Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.60]In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.49]Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy
[02:36.52]Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.48]Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
[02:41.85]Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
[02:44.92]Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[02:47.11]Now now
[02:47.82]Don’t approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:50.39]I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.47]Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it’s side
[02:55.85]That’s infinity — too many sick niggas, nickel nines;
[02:58.54]Bring the remedy — when you play the field, what’s the penalty
[03:01.21]Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
[03:04.95]Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.40]Until they got love for my music
[03:09.78]Star Wars I’m Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.56]And three charges, I got to “See-three-P.O.’s”
[03:15.18]This is whoop-yo’-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.44]Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin swords in the WAR
[03:21.58]That’s my people, sho’ nuff, befo’ I roll up
[03:23.82]This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:26.95]I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:29.56]New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.61]And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
[03:34.55]Jeee-zus, “Unbelievable” rhyme that reaches
[03:36.85]And touch individual, small frame buck and change
[03:40.53]MC, What’s-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:42.68]All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
[03:45.74]Kick me when I’m down, but I’m up again, scorchin
[03:48.09]Hot — forcin my way up in the door
[03:51.22]To kill the bullshit like a matador
[03:53.64]Keep your hands high (what?)
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