Funkmaster Flex - Wickedest lyrics

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(feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.I.G.)

[Funkmaster Flex]

Hold up, shut this shit down

It's goin down baby, Funk Flex

We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee

cause you know how the fuck I get down!

Big dog, pitbull status nigga!

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah..

You're now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls

Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin

This one goin out to Brooklyn, y'all know what time it is

It's goin out to all the gangsters

All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches

Y'all know what time it is.. so this what I want y'all to do

I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters

and y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies.. mmm!

Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back

Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday

And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house

Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down

So any time you're ready Mister Cee

we gon' get hardcore on these homos

Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore

Uhh, representin

Biggie Smalls in the house

Uhh, check it, huh

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

Biggie Smalls is the wickedest

Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this

If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis

Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya

Got it locked like the penitentiary

Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?

The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?

Jack Dempsey would start shakin

All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin

MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon

Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker

Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh

Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666

Holocaust, Big the merciless

Niggaz press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in

Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash

and I don't fuck wit the condoms

The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed

Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas

is just the way I clutch my prey, hey

I'm crazy and deranged

Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain

But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap

Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?

Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die"

Y'all niggaz hold y'all heads

Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop..

[Funk Flex scratches the end]