Da B Side (feat. The Notorious B.I.G.)

B Side, B side, check it So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration The Notorious BIG's in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it I got beats and beats That ya' love to rock to Funk for yo' trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause yo' correct way to get your groove on, flossin I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you can't mess wit' They thought 'Loc did it, but he didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new found friend Slidin' in from the front, never way behind You're tryin' to figure how I came with this style of mine Remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls Oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so Remarkable, flow, making competition know Ain't an MC coming close to the Notorious B.I.G Baby, baby Lay on me Listen too the B side (ha, ha) Everybody just, Lay on me, and Listen too the B side I never knew that you never had a clue on who was the king of the street Four deep, in a Range Rover Jeep, guns under the seat And my man just came home from work Release, Crystal and my lit chronic in the air Now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care Yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs When I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist Baby, no human being, Korean or European Be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls is far from weak Brat-tat-tat please speak Just close your eyes, cause you already see (Fool) The Notorious B-R-A-T The raw combination, destination, number one Tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the funkdified cutie pie Gat by the tide, the Smalls by her side If you mess with her you got to mess with me Then we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby (So) Lay on me As you listen too the B side (uh, hey, hey) Lay on me Listen too the B side (ha, ha) Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down Now, shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that "Juicy" Didn't find nutin' but truth, in the hook Yo be pledgin' to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die Jumped in the benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit "So So Def" And told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest We Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive Whether it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nucka We come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of "Moet" The rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, a-t Rolling off swoll' on chrome 17's Lay on me Listen to the B side (uh, uh give me watcha' want, baby whatcha' want?) Lay on me Listen too the B side (oh yeah, ha ha) Uh, uh, uh, lay back listen to the B side Slide, glide, do whateva' ya want Get outcha' lighters, we be the rhyme writers Starters, charters, from the heart of College Park, New York, Chicago Wherever you wanna go