[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 thet like a Twinkie filling
  Playin the villian
  Prepare for this rap killin
  Biggie Smallz 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 toykes
  Bitches I like em brainless
  Guns I like em stainless steel
  I wan 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 hit
  Come to spread butter deliverage 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 stobitchin, 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]