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' ****** 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 ************' 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 ************' rap phenomenon Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed,I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all ****,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 ***** Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of **** 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 **** ****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually In and out like ******' 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 **** dealer Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer Now now Don't approach me with that rah rah ****, 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 ******, 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, ****** 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 ******** like a matador Keep your hands high(What?)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Thomas Bell/Notorious B.I.G./Reggie Noble/Chris Martin/Kenneth Gamble/Clifford Smith/Tracey Lee/Isaiah Lee/Ronald Chambers [00:00.021] 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' ****** 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 ************' 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 ************' 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 ****,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 ***** Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance [02:16.84]Bought ten bricks, four pounds of **** 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 **** [02:28.01]****** spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually [02:30.74]In and out like ******' 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 **** 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 ****, 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 ******, 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, ****** 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 ******** like a matador [03:53.12]Keep your hands high(What?)
