The What chords by The Notorious B.i.g.

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Produced by Easy Mo Bee:

Verse 1:
 C majorC           A minorAm
I used to get feels on a bitch
       FF           G+G           C majorC
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
           A minorAm
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
FF          G+G
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
C majorC          A minorAm          FF
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
           G+G
Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
C majorC       A minorAm
The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
  FF            G+G
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
C majorC               A minorAm            FF
Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
          G+G
I want the fucking Fortune like the Wheel
 C majorC          A minorAm
I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
   FF              G+G
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E...

Verse 2:

...T-H-O-D Man, here I am
    C majorC             A minorAm
I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
             FF         G+G
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
     C majorC          A minorAm           FF
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
         G+G
Coming where you rest at, surrender
C majorC                A minorAm
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
FF              G+G
Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
C majorC           A minorAm
Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
   FF              G+G
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
C majorC          A minorAm             FF
Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
     G+G
Acting as if it can't happen
   C majorC           A minorAm
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
       FF         G+G
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
  C majorC            A minorAm
So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
 FF           G+G
I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
   C majorC    A minorAm
It's real, '94 rugged-raw
FF         G+G
Kickin' down your goddamn door

And it goes a little something like this

Chorus 1:
C majorC           A minorAm
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
FF              G+G
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
C majorC              A minorAm
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
   FF              G+G
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch


Verse 3:
   C majorC           A minorAm
Verse two, coming with that Olde E MajorE brew
    FF              G+G
Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
  C majorC                 A minorAm
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
      FF            G+G
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
    C majorC           A minorAm
Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
     FF             G+G
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
      C majorC          A minorAm            FF
And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
         G+G
I spark and they cells get warm
     C majorC        A minorAm
I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
   FF         G+G
Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and
      C majorC            A minorAm
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
        FF              G+G
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch


Verse 4:
       C majorC           A minorAm
Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
FF            G+G
Cold as the pole in the winter
       C majorC            A minorAm
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
      FF
And when my MAC unloads
     G+G
I'm guaranteed another video
C majorC          A minorAm
Ready to die, why I act that way?
  FF            G+G
Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
C majorC          A minorAm
So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
 FF              G+G              C majorC
I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
      A minorAm
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
FF            G+G
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
C majorC            A minorAm             FF
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
        G+G
A augmentedA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
C majorC           A minorAm
(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
     FF            G+G
I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
   C majorC            A minorAm          FF
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
         G+G
Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so


Chorus:
C majorC           A minorAm
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
  FF              G+G
And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 C majorC              A minorAm
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
   FF              G+G
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
C majorC           A minorAm
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
FF              G+G
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
C majorC              A minorAm
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
   FF              G+G
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch


Outro:
N.C.
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
N.C.
Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)
N.C.
Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
N.C.
My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)

Recognize (Yeah)