The What Lyrics

The What lyrics

featuring Method Man  

  

 Verse One: Notorious  Meth  

  

 I used to get feels on a bitch  

 Now I throw shields on the dick  

 To stop me from that HIV shit  

 And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling  

 Playin the villian  

 Prepare for this rap killin  

 Biggie Smalls is the illest  

 Your style is played out  like Arnold wondered  

 "What you talkin bout Willis?"  

 The thrill is gone  the black Frank White  

 is here to excite and  

 throw dick to dykes  

 Bitches I like em brainless  

 Guns I like em stainless steel  

 I want the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel  

 I squeeze gats till my clips is empty  

 Don't tempt me [T-H-O-D  

 Man] You don't want to fuck with Biggie  

  

 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, youse the number one contender  

 Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December  

 Nigga 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 nigga, ya punk nigga  

 I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger  

 It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw  

 Kickin down your god damn door [and it goes a lil somethin like this]  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit  

 And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it  

 Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop  

 And niggaz pack the clips, keep on  

  

 Verse Two: Meth, Notorious  

  

 Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew  

 Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.  

 I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours 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 niggaz 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  

 [Assume the position] Stop look and listen  

 I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens  

  

 Welcome to my center  

 Honies feel it deep in they placenta  

 Cold as the pole in the winter  

 Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed  

 And when my Mac unloads  

 I'm guaranteed another video  

 Ready to die, why I act that way?  

 Pop Duke left Mom Duke  

 The faggot took the back way  

 So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up  

 I used to do stick-up  

 Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS  

 Excuse me, flows just grow through me  

 Like trees to branches  

 Cliffs to avalanches  

 It's the praying mantis  

 Deep like the mind of Farrakhan  

 A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus  

  

 [I got more glocks and techs than you]  

 I make it hot [Nigga won't even stand next to you]  

 Nigga touch me you better bust me  

 tree times in the head  

 Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so  

  

 Chorus: repeat 2X