[Intro:]
Aight aight aight y’all know who's in the house y’all know who's in the house
Yo all y’all motherf*ckers get the f*ck away from the mic
Get the f*ck 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 b*tch ass n*ggas
They got Third Eye from the group holdin’ the house (yeah yeah yeah)
We got naughty by nature in the house (yeah yeah)
We got them vile-ass onyx n*ggas in the house
And it's about to be a big thing
[Verse 1: Vin Rock]
I wanna speak up on a beat down (beat down)
Glocks heating up the motherf*cking streets now (streets now)
This time I break apart only the small and phony ones
Who's home? Bony ones
Can't f*ck with the only ones
Ask the rody holy ones
Ass whipped fast, slow ass
Don't have, broke
Heard a nurse pulled a steel toe out your as*h*le
Even apachii's on your path
And with your punk ass boyfriend you get him to inspect your ass
[Verse 2: Treach]
Who would you expect
A real n*gga [where would it end]
Was a straight big sh*t
Like today was tomorrow yesterday
It ain't just your neighborhood I hold
So when I roll there goes your whole motherf*cking zip code
A real n*gga coming up
With the rumour
If I can't suck you later
Then b*tch f*ck you sooner
I’m playing trooper like a party pooper
Shoot ya and the timber boots
You got more from under my skin super
[Hook]
So you flip the sh*t
Ayo you flip the sh*t
I don't want that sh*t
n*gga you flip that sh*t
No, no, you flip that sh*t
No you flip this sh*t
But I don't want that sh*t
n*gga you flip that sh*t
Ayo, you flip that sh*t!
Nah, you flip that sh*t!
I don’t want that sh*t, n*gga you flip the sh*t!
Ayo you flip the sh*t!
Nah, nah, nah man, you flip that sh*t!
I don’t want this sh*t, n*gga you flip that sh*t
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
All you n*ggas better leave the f*cking state, no need to masturbate
f*ckin' 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 - n*ggas wanna hurt the six-pack maniac
Tote TECs, and MACs, black
Check the stacks, what the f*ck?
I throw uppercuts like Riddi*k Bowe
And I'm wicked with the slow-flow, y'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 sh*t don't thump
They catch lumps and bumps, I put the shaker in your rump
[Hook:]
Ayo you flip that sh*t
No, you flip that sh*t
I don’t want this sh*t, n*gga you flip that sh*t
No, you flip the sh*t
Ayo, you flip that sh*t!
I don’t want this sh*t, n*gga you you flip that sh*t
No, you flip that sh*t
No, you flip this sh*t!
But I don’t want this sh*t, n*gga you flip that sh*t
Ayo! You flip that sh*t
Hope you flip that sh*t
I don’t want that sh*t, n*gga you flip that sh*t!
[Verse 4: 3rd Eye]
Ayo special request
End up being jest
That's my n*gga Wess
My Budacest motherf*cking bee's nest
Bet, watch you stick when I wink and I nod
Third Eye's raw
They take [your sh*t it's gone]
Have you heard of this murderous
Gun slinger n*gga swingin'
I’m into bringing drama
Run to mom-dukes
I smoke Buddha, I’m smokin’ blunts of the skunk
And I get funky like vanilla yo
Hit your box [strawberry mirrors??]
Intelligent militant
That’ll lose 100%
f*ck your stuff cuz that's nonsense
[I keep bodies in the] Cemetery [let's make ???]
My n*gga Wess is on a mission
Uh oh
I don't be bullsh*tting
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 that sh*t back
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Fredro Starr & Sonny Seeza]
Ayyo, gimme that sh*t ya f*ckin' bald-headed bast*rd!
What, the evil nasty acid?
Yeah, the sh*t that burn they asses!
So ashes to ashes?
Blast with the ghetto gas!
And I'm going, n*ggas knowing
I'm showing my Razzamatazz-manian Devil rebel style
n*ggas know we f*ckin' wild
I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild, SO WE'S WILD
So capture the rapture!
The black disaster
[Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz]
I swear to f*ckin' god I'll raise hell and make the white man call me master
I'm 666 and need to repent to the pastor
So f*ck the radio they closed your ears but read my lips, I rips
And if you eat my words I'll leave you strung like umm
(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 di*k
Just like his motherf*ckin' mother
Yeah she swallowed the babies
And ya suck the motherf*ckers, let her bite it like she's Hades