(feat. Method Man, Redman)    "Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."  "Meth-Tical.."  "Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..  Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches  the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit  Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches  Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it  So I grab it, never run, the outcome  is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck 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, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high    [Redman]  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 niggaz 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.." -> [B.I.G.]  "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> [Meth]  "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> [B.I.G.]  "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> [B.I.G.]  [repeat all 2X]    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Uhh, uhh  I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys  Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed  Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks  Fuck 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 weed plants  from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion  Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"  Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit  niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually  in and out like fuckin 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, fuck you soft or fragilla  Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer  slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer    [Method Man]  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 niggaz, 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, niggaz 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 Notorious  Jeee-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, fuck 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 bullshit like a matador  Keep your hands high (what?)