(Verse One: Notorious, Meth)

I used to get feels on a [bad word] Now I throw shields on the [bad word] To stop me from that HIV [bad word] 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 [bad word] to dykes [bad word] I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the [bad word] Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-Man)
You don't want to [bad word] with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some [bad [bad word] to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black [bad word] where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your [bad word] in December [bad word] stop [bad word]  button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of [bad word] 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 [bad word]  ya punk [bad word] I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, [bad word] raw
Kickin down your god [bad word] door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
 [bad word] )
 [bad word] the world, don't ask me for [bad word] 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 [bad word] with that Olde brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack [bad word] crew
I got connections, I'll get that [bad word] stuck like glue, huh
No question, I [bad word] down and [bad word] Yo I [bad word] as a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my [bad word] 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
[bad word] rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot  [bad word] won't even stand next to you) [bad word] touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or [bad word] s dead, ya thought so