Rap Phenomenon (feat. Redman & Method Man) [2005 Remaster] - The Notorious B.I.G./Redman.mp3

[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?)