feat. M.O.P., Notorious B.I.G., Prince Poetry



(Get on the mic) --> Biz Markie



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[ Red Hot Lover Tone ]

For all my muthaf**kin niggas, word to Hurb, we got stupider

Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter

Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden

Cause I madden, I have been, suckers wish they hadn't

I'm baggin the bitches grabbin my pockets - fatten

Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin

So what you gonna do when I come through your town

With mad niggas who love bein locked down

Facin convictions, throwin caniptions

I got more riches than them royal Egyptians

Step to this mic, you're a goner

Cause Red Hot Lover's right on like Cynthia Horner

I better warn ya, you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted

That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard

I'm gettin figures from my rap niggas

Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas



[ The Notorious B.I.G. ]

Introducin the black bastard from Bedrock

Guaranteed to make your head rock

Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly

headshots

I knock the twist out your dreadlocks

Who got the props? Biggie

Who got the Glock? Biggie

But who is he?

You can't get my description

You need a prescription

Two doses of the ferocoius

Feel the weight when I'm crushin them

Bumrushin em, stuffin em

I put the pressure on em, hon

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ

He's just nice, he just sliced

Like a ginzu, look what I been through

The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East

The black nine, hard to find muthaf**ka

After the rhyme press rewind, muthaf**ka

Strictly for my niggas



[ Prince Poetry of Organized Konfusion ]