Aight, aight, aight, y’all know whos in the house
Y’all know whos in the house
Yo, all y’all motherfuckers get the fuck away from the mic
Get the fuck 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 bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, they got Third Eye from the group holdin’ the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we got Naughty by Nature in the house
Yeah, we got them vile-ass Onyx niggas in the house
And its about to be a big thing, too
Get down, nigga
I wanna speak up on a beat down 
T-Dubs heating up the motherfucking streets now 
This time I break apart the only swollen phony ones
Whos home? Bony ones
Cant fuck with the only ones
Ask the rody, holy one
Ass whipped fast, slow ass, dont have, broke
Heard a nurse pulled a steel toe out your asshole
Even Apaches on your path, him and your punk ass boyfriend Youre gangsta? We dont sweat your ass
Who wants that smoke?
Just one minute, one nigga with one AM
Want some straight big shit
Like today was tomorrow yesterday
It aint just your neighborhood I hold
So when I roll, there goes your whole motherfucking zip code
A real nigga coming up with the rumor
If I cant suck you later, then bitch fuck you sooner
I’m playing trooper like a party pooper
Shoot ya in the Timber boots, you got moles
From my nose to my skin super
So you flip the shit, ayo you flip the shit
I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
No, no, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit
But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit
I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit
Ayo, you flip the shit, nah, nah, nah, man, you flip that shit
I don’t want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit
All you niggas better leave the fuckin state
No need to masturbate
Fuckin with Biggie, its time to castrate
Its clobberin’ time
When I rip rhymes, I quench thirsts like Very Fines
And Im still thirsty, niggas wanna hurt the six-pack maniac
Tote TECs, and MACs, black
Check the stacks, what the fuck?
I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe
And Im wicked with the slow flow, you know?
Im pressing hard, Im leaving creases
Cutting up bodies and talking to the pieces
It gets deep, kid, deep enough to touch the bone
Brooklyns own Al Capone
Get stoned off the blunt when its filled with the skunk
Get drunk and do a demolition to punk
And all chumps that scream that my shit dont thump
They catch lumps and bumps, I put the shaker in your rump
Ayo, you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit
I dont want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit
No, you flip the shit, ayo, you flip that shit
I dont want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit
No, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit
But I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, ho, you flip that shit
I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Yeah, ayo special request, dig up in your chest
Thats my nigga West , my Budacest motherfucking bees nest
Big, watch you stick when I wink and I nod
3rd Eyes raw, well take your life like God
For the glory of ya
Have you heard of this murderous gunslinger nigga swingin?
I’m into bringing drama, run to mom-dukes
I smoke Buddha, I’m smokin’ the blunts of the skunk
And I get funky like manure
In the Bronx, swervin mirrors in
Intelligent militant, that’ll lose 100 percent
Ayo, fuck your set cause thats nonsense
I keep bodies in the cemetery, lets make em conscious
And that nigga West is on a mission
Uh-oh, I dont be bullshitting
Ill stomp a mudhole in your butthole
I rip and I flip that quick like you shouldve let me get that
Man, I dont want it, take this shit back
So you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit
I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit
Ay, nigga, you flip that shit, nah, nah, you flip that shit
I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Hey, you flip that shit, but I dont want that shit
I dont want that shit either, nigga, you flip that shit
No, you flip that shit, will you flip this shit?
But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Ayo, gimme that shit you fuckin bald-headed bastard
What, the evil nasty acid?
Yeah, the shit that burn they asses
So ashes to ashes?
Blast with the ghetto gas
And Im going, niggas knowing
Im showing my Razzamatazz-manian Devil rebel style
Niggas know we fuckin wild
Im wild, Im wild, hes wild, so wes wild
So capture the rapture!
The black disaster
I swear to fuckin god Ill raise hell and make the white man call me master 
Im 666 and need to repent to the pastor
So fuck the radio, they closed your ears but read my lips, I rips
And if you eat my words Ill leave you strung like um
It was on the tip of my tongue
But now its stuck between my throat, I cant breath for a lick
If Onyx ain’t the top pick, you must be suckin’ a glass dick
Just like his motherfuckin mother
Yeah, she swallowed the babies
And youll suck the motherfuckers that we biting, getting rabies
Cmon, man, you flip that shit, nah, you flip the shit
But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit
Ayo, you flip that shit, why, you flip that shit
I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit
Ayo you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit
But I dont want that shit, here, you flip that shit
Nigga, you flip the shit, but I dont want that shit
Nigga you flip the shit, you better flip this shit