Lyrics Rap Phenomenon (feat. Redman & Method Man) [2005 Remaster].lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Born Again]
[ti: Rap Phenomenon (feat. Redman & Method Man) [2005 Remaster]]
[length: 04:02]
[00:00.17]Well, it’s the Funk Docta Spock
[00:02.32]Meth-Tical
[00:03.47]Biggie, Biggie
[00:06.80]Uh, uh, uh, (yo, c’mon Big), uh
[00:11.67]Fuck that, I preach it, my .9 reaches (wooh!)
[00:14.43]The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
[00:17.16]Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:20.06]Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn’t have it
[00:23.01]So, I grab it, never run, the outcome
[00:25.79]Is usually a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
[00:28.53]Or where you’re from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
[00:30.92]Leave most in the blood they layin’ in, what, what?
[00:34.07]The rings and things you sing about, bring ’em out
[00:36.73]It’s hard to yell when the barrel’s in your mouth
[00:39.53]It’s more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented (yeah)
[00:42.34]But they wasn’t, so run it, cousin
[00:44.63]I could chill, the heat doesn’t (yeah)
[00:46.69]Ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:48.59]You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.89]Your hand clutchin’, your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.16]You ’bout to die (yo), nigga wait, keep yo’ hands high (yo, yo)
[00:55.96]I don’t brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.33]I’m up around fo’ with the crowbar to the five point, oh
[01:01.74]I get bagged, I’m John Doe, suspect
[01:04.34]You ass like prime roastin’, Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.52]Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.27]I’m out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:12.88]Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.60]I stopped trustin’ niggaz since Gotti got caught
[01:18.44]It’s Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
[01:21.20]By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.27]I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
[01:27.16]I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:30.07]The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.07]I’m concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
[01:35.03]Yo, Biggie (what? What?) She havin’ my bay-bay
[01:38.00]If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:41.53]This rule is so underrated
[01:43.60]Actin’ as if it can’t happen, you’re frontin’
[01:46.42]Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing
[01:49.13]Biggie, a motherfuckin’ rap phenomenon
[01:52.55]This rule is so underrated
[01:54.64]Actin’ as if it can’t happen, you’re frontin’
[01:57.41]Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing
[02:00.27]Biggie, a motherfuckin’ rap phenomenon (uh, uh)
[02:02.78]I got a new mouth to feed, I’m due South with keys
[02:05.46]Y’all pick seeds out y’all weed, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.59]Motherfucker please, it’s my block with my rocks
[02:11.57]Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two’s, and you don’t stops
[02:14.05]Me and my nigga Lance took Kim and Cee’s advance
[02:16.98]Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
[02:19.45]From Branson, now we lampin’ 12 room mansion
[02:22.42]Bitches get naked off “Get Money”, “Player’s Anthem”
[02:25.02]Don’t forget “One More Chance” and my other hits, other shit
[02:28.08]Niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.78]In and out like fuckin’ rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.54]Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin’ blasphemy
[02:36.67]Blastin’ me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.55]Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla
[02:41.35]Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
[02:45.80]Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer (now, now)
[02:47.36]Don’t approach me with that rah-rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:50.01]I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.47]Mentally my energy is like a figure eight, on it’s side
[02:55.43]That’s infinity, too many sick niggaz, nickel nines
[02:58.38]Bring the remedy, when you play the field, what’s the penalty
[03:01.11]Unnecessary roughness, career endin’ injuries for suckers
[03:04.74]Stuck on stupid, shoot ’em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.62]Until they got love for my music
[03:09.91]Star Wars I’m Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.56]And three charges, I got to “See-three-P.O.’s”
[03:15.26]This is whoop-yo’-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.35]Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin’ swords in the war
[03:21.31]That’s my people, sho’ nuff, befo’ I roll up
[03:23.67]This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:26.62]I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:29.69]New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.03]And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
[03:34.42]Jeee-zus, “Unbelievable” rhyme that reaches
[03:37.47]And touch individual, small frame buck and change
[03:40.29]MC, What’s-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:42.50]All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin’
[03:46.11]Kick me when I’m down, but I’m up again, scorchin’
[03:48.82]Hot, forcin’ my way up in the door to kill the bullshit like a matador
[03:53.52]Keep your hands high (what?)
[03:55.00]Year of Release: 1999