Aight, aight, aight, y'all know who's in the house

Y'all know who's in the house

Yo, all y'all motherfuckers get the fuck away from the mic

Get the fuck away from the mic

You know what time it is

The Notorious Biggie Smalls in the house

Say word up, say word up

Word up for all the bitch-ass ****

Yeah, they got Third Eye from the group holdin' the house

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, we got Naughty by Nature in the house

Yeah, we got them vile-ass Onyx **** in the house

And it's about to be a big thing, too

Get down, ****

I wanna speak up on a beat down (Beat down)

T-Dub's heating up the motherfucking streets now (Streets now)

This time I break apart the only swollen phony ones

Who's home? Bony ones

Can't fuck with the only ones

Ask the rody, holy one

Ass whipped fast, slow ass, don't have, broke

Heard a nurse pulled a steel toe out your asshole

Even Apache's on your path, him and your punk ass boyfriend

You're gangsta? We don't sweat your ass

Who wants that smoke?

Just one minute, one **** with one AM

Want some straight big shit

Like today was tomorrow yesterday

It ain't just your neighborhood I hold

So when I roll, there goes your whole motherfucking zip code

A real **** coming up with the rumor

If I can't suck you later, then bitch fuck you sooner

I'm playing trooper like a party pooper

Shoot ya in the Timber boots, you got moles

From my nose to my skin super

So you flip the shit, ayo you flip the shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

No, no, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit

But I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

Ayo, you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip the shit

Ayo, you flip the shit, nah, nah, nah, man, you flip that shit

I don't want this shit, ****, you flip that shit

All you **** better leave the fuckin' state

No need to masturbate

Fuckin' with Biggie, it's time to castrate

It's clobberin' time

When I rip rhymes, I quench thirsts like Very Fines

And I'm still thirsty, **** wanna hurt the six-pack maniac

Tote TECs, and MACs, black

Check the stacks, what the fuck?

I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe

And I'm wicked with the slow flow, you know?

I'm pressing hard, I'm leaving creases

Cutting up bodies and talking to the pieces

It gets deep, kid, deep enough to touch the bone

Brooklyn's own Al Capone

Get stoned off the blunt when it's filled with the skunk

Get drunk and do a demolition to punk

And all chumps that scream that my shit don't thump

They catch lumps and bumps, I put the shaker in your rump

Ayo, you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit

I don't want this shit, ****, you flip that shit

No, you flip the shit, ayo, you flip that shit

I don't want this shit, ****, you flip that shit

No, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit

But I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

Ayo, you flip that shit, ho, you flip that shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

Yeah, ayo special request, dig up in your chest

That's my **** West (Yes), my Budacest motherfucking bee's nest

Big, watch you stick when I wink and I nod

3rd Eye's raw, we'll take your life like God

For the glory of ya

Have you heard of this murderous gunslinger **** swingin'?

I'm into bringing drama, run to mom-dukes

I smoke Buddha, I'm smokin' the blunts of the skunk

And I get funky like manure

In the Bronx, swervin' mirrors in

Intelligent militant, that'll lose 100 percent

Ayo, fuck your set 'cause that's nonsense

I keep bodies in the cemetery, let's make 'em conscious

And that **** West is on a mission

Uh-oh, I don't be bullshitting

I'll stomp a mudhole in your butthole

I rip and I flip that quick like you should've let me get that

Man, I don't want it, take this shit back

So you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip the shit

Ay, ****, you flip that shit, nah, nah, you flip that shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

Hey, you flip that shit, but I don't want that shit

I don't want that shit either, ****, you flip that shit

No, you flip that shit, will you flip this shit?

But I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

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Ayo, gimme that shit you fuckin' bald-headed bastard

What, the evil nasty acid?

Yeah, the shit that burn they asses

So ashes to ashes?

Blast with the ghetto gas

And I'm going, **** knowing

I'm showing my Razzamatazz-manian Devil rebel style

**** know we fuckin' wild

I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild, so we's wild

So capture the rapture!

The black disaster

I swear to fuckin' god I'll raise hell and make the white man call me master (Uh!)

I'm 666 and need to repent to the pastor

So fuck the radio, they closed your ears but read my lips, I rips

And if you eat my words I'll leave you strung like um

(Um, Um)

It was on the tip of my tongue

But now it's stuck between my throat, I can't breath for a lick

If Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin' a glass dick

Just like his motherfuckin' mother

Yeah, she swallowed the babies

And you'll suck the motherfuckers that we biting, getting rabies

(Get ready!)

C'mon, man, you flip that shit, nah, you flip the shit

But I don't want that shit, ****, you flip that shit

Ayo, you flip that shit, why, you flip that shit

I don't want that shit, ****, you flip the shit

Ayo you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit

But I don't want that shit, here, you flip that shit

****, you flip the shit, but I don't want that shit

**** you flip the shit, you better flip this shit