The Notorious B.I.G. — The What Unreleased Version

[Verse 1] [B.I.G.] All it's takin' Is some marijuana and I'm makin' MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker? Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6- The holocaust, BIG the merciless Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes I'm giving young minds statutory rape Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right? You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man) Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E [Method Man] 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 won't 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: Method Man & Biggie] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep on[Verse 2] [Method Man] Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in I.C.U I'm lifted true, you can bring your 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 niggas 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 and (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Bitch [B.I.G.] Welcome to my center Honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at Now starts the cardiac arrest Where's your vest? You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out Niggas wanna do me slugs just run 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 (Niggas 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: Method Man & Biggie] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep on Motherfucker uh Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop (And niggas pack the clips), keep on