The What chords by The Notorious B.i.g.
Guitar chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Produced by Easy Mo Bee:
Verse 1:
C Am
I used to get feels on a bitch
F G C
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
Am
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
F G
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
C Am F
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
G
Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
C Am
The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
F G
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
C Am F
Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
G
I want the fucking Fortune like the Wheel
C Am
I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
F 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 Am
I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
F G
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
C Am F
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
G
Coming where you rest at, surrender
C Am
Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
F G
Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
C Am
Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
F G
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
C Am F
Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
G
Acting as if it can't happen
C Am
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
F G
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
C Am
So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
F G
I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
C Am
It's real, '94 rugged-raw
F G
Kickin' down your goddamn door
And it goes a little something like this
Chorus 1:
C Am
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
F G
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
C Am
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
F G
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
Verse 3:
C Am
Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
F G
Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
C Am
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
F G
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
C Am
Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
F G
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
C Am F
And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
G
I spark and they cells get warm
C Am
I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
F G
Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and
C Am
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
F G
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
Verse 4:
C Am
Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
F G
Cold as the pole in the winter
C Am
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
F
And when my MAC unloads
G
I'm guaranteed another video
C Am
Ready to die, why I act that way?
F G
Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
C Am
So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
F G C
I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
Am
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
F G
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
C Am F
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
G
A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
C Am
(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
F G
I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
C Am F
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
G
Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
Chorus:
C Am
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
F G
And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
C Am
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
F G
(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
C Am
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
F G
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
C Am
(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
F 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)
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