text: 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