作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
作曲 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh
Yo c'mon Big uhh
**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie ****
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, an outcome
Is usually a beatdown brutally **** who you be
Or where you're from,West or East coast Squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected,I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, ***** wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo, yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged,I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin',Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there,I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc was born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom
Yo Biggie(What? what?)She havin' my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all shit, I watch cowards bleed
************ please, it's my block with my rocks
**** that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of shit plants
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
******* get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and my other hits, other shit
****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
In and out like mother****in' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, **** you soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash shit dealer
Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side
That's infinity too many sick niggas, nickel nines
Bring the remedy when you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
And three charges,I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin' swords in the WAR
That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie? The
The Notorious
Jee-zus,"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
And touch individual
Small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, **** the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the mother****ers like a matador
Keep your hands high(What?)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
[00:00.21] 作曲 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
[00:00.42]Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
[00:02.71]Meth-Tical
[00:03.82]Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh
[00:10.04]Yo c'mon Big uhh
[00:12.01]**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches
[00:14.55]The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie ****
[00:17.40]Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:19.96]Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
[00:22.99]So I grab it, never run, an outcome
[00:25.77]Is usually a beatdown brutally **** who you be
[00:28.66]Or where you're from,West or East coast Squeeze toast
[00:31.20]Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
[00:34.03]The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:36.81]It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
[00:39.59]It's more than I expected,I thought your jewels was rented
[00:42.42]But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
[00:44.90]I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:47.99]You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.77]Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.20]You 'bout to die, ***** wait, keep yo' hands high
[00:56.08]Yo, yo yo
[00:56.65]I don't brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.72]I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
[01:01.95]I get bagged,I'm John Doe, suspect
[01:04.49]You ass like prime roastin',Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.58]Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.36]I'm out there,I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:12.93]Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.71]I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
[01:18.49]It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored
[01:21.22]By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.41]I.C.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too
[01:27.24]I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:29.72]The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.30]I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom
[01:34.97]Yo Biggie(What? what?)She havin' my bay-bayy
[01:37.86]If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:41.57]This rule is so underrated
[01:43.99]Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
[01:46.87]Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
[01:49.05]Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
[01:53.04]This rule is so underrated
[01:54.96]Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
[01:57.65]Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
[01:59.92]Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
[02:00.45]Uhh, uhh
[02:02.98]I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys
[02:05.82]Y'all pick seeds out y'all shit, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.65]************ please, it's my block with my rocks
[02:11.48]**** that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops
[02:14.16]Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
[02:16.84]Bought ten bricks, four pounds of shit plants
[02:19.67]From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
[02:22.55]******* get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
[02:25.28]Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and my other hits, other shit
[02:28.01]****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.74]In and out like mother****in' rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.52]Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
[02:36.91]Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.19]Frank Wizzard, **** you soft or fragilla
[02:41.76]Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash shit dealer
[02:44.60]Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[02:47.52]Now now
[02:48.22]Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:50.35]I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.52]Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side
[02:55.76]That's infinity too many sick niggas, nickel nines
[02:58.49]Bring the remedy when you play the field, what's the penalty
[03:01.47]Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
[03:04.75]Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.59]Until they got love for my music
[03:09.92]Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.59]And three charges,I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
[03:15.27]This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.44]Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin' swords in the WAR
[03:20.89]That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
[03:23.87]This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:26.80]I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:29.48]New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.20]And who better for the job than Biggie? The
[03:33.43]The Notorious
[03:35.50]Jee-zus,"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
[03:37.47]And touch individual
[03:39.00]Small frame buck and change
[03:40.42]MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:42.50]All about the fortune, **** the fame, labels still extortin'
[03:45.59]Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
[03:48.37]Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
[03:51.10]To kill the mother****ers like a matador
[03:53.12]Keep your hands high(What?)
作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
作曲 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh
Yo c'mon Big uhh
**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie ****
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, an outcome
Is usually a beatdown brutally **** who you be
Or where you're from,West or East coast Squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected,I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, ***** wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo, yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged,I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin',Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there,I bought it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc was born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom
Yo Biggie(What? what?)She havin' my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
This rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all shit, I watch cowards bleed
************ please, it's my block with my rocks
**** that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of shit plants
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
******* get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and my other hits, other shit
****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
In and out like mother****in' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, **** you soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash shit dealer
Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side
That's infinity too many sick niggas, nickel nines
Bring the remedy when you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
And three charges,I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin' swords in the WAR
That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie? The
The Notorious
Jee-zus,"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
And touch individual
Small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, **** the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the mother****ers like a matador
Keep your hands high(What?)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
[00:00.21] 作曲 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers
[00:00.42]Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
[00:02.71]Meth-Tical
[00:03.82]Biggie,Biggie Uhh uhh uhh
[00:10.04]Yo c'mon Big uhh
[00:12.01]**** that,I preach it, my nine reaches
[00:14.55]The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie ****
[00:17.40]Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
[00:19.96]Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
[00:22.99]So I grab it, never run, an outcome
[00:25.77]Is usually a beatdown brutally **** who you be
[00:28.66]Or where you're from,West or East coast Squeeze toast
[00:31.20]Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
[00:34.03]The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:36.81]It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
[00:39.59]It's more than I expected,I thought your jewels was rented
[00:42.42]But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
[00:44.90]I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
[00:47.99]You never see bank like Frank White
[00:50.77]Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
[00:53.20]You 'bout to die, ***** wait, keep yo' hands high
[00:56.08]Yo, yo yo
[00:56.65]I don't brownnose out of town hoes
[00:58.72]I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
[01:01.95]I get bagged,I'm John Doe, suspect
[01:04.49]You ass like prime roastin',Calvin Klein clothes
[01:07.58]Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
[01:10.36]I'm out there,I bought it with George Jetson here
[01:12.93]Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
[01:15.71]I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
[01:18.49]It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored
[01:21.22]By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
[01:24.41]I.C.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too
[01:27.24]I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
[01:29.72]The Doc was born with a grenade palm
[01:32.30]I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom
[01:34.97]Yo Biggie(What? what?)She havin' my bay-bayy
[01:37.86]If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
[01:41.57]This rule is so underrated
[01:43.99]Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
[01:46.87]Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
[01:49.05]Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
[01:53.04]This rule is so underrated
[01:54.96]Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
[01:57.65]Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
[01:59.92]Biggie, a mother****in' rap phenomenon
[02:00.45]Uhh, uhh
[02:02.98]I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys
[02:05.82]Y'all pick seeds out y'all shit, I watch cowards bleed
[02:08.65]************ please, it's my block with my rocks
[02:11.48]**** that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops
[02:14.16]Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
[02:16.84]Bought ten bricks, four pounds of shit plants
[02:19.67]From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
[02:22.55]******* get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
[02:25.28]Don't forget, 'One More Chance' and my other hits, other shit
[02:28.01]****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
[02:30.74]In and out like mother****in' rapidly, pass the gat to me
[02:33.52]Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
[02:36.91]Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
[02:39.19]Frank Wizzard, **** you soft or fragilla
[02:41.76]Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash shit dealer
[02:44.60]Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
[02:47.52]Now now
[02:48.22]Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
[02:50.35]I take these adolescents back to Spofford
[02:52.52]Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side
[02:55.76]That's infinity too many sick niggas, nickel nines
[02:58.49]Bring the remedy when you play the field, what's the penalty
[03:01.47]Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
[03:04.75]Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
[03:07.59]Until they got love for my music
[03:09.92]Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
[03:12.59]And three charges,I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
[03:15.27]This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
[03:17.44]Eyeball blower with no equal, niggas swingin' swords in the WAR
[03:20.89]That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
[03:23.87]This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
[03:26.80]I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
[03:29.48]New York Shitty, put they weight on it
[03:31.20]And who better for the job than Biggie? The
[03:33.43]The Notorious
[03:35.50]Jee-zus,"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
[03:37.47]And touch individual
[03:39.00]Small frame buck and change
[03:40.42]MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
[03:42.50]All about the fortune, **** the fame, labels still extortin'
[03:45.59]Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
[03:48.37]Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
[03:51.10]To kill the mother****ers like a matador
[03:53.12]Keep your hands high(What?)