Dmx - Mumbling & Whispering lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.] And ya don't stop Hit it Mumblin and whisperin is what I hear When b.i.g. appear on the scene n***as get scared Why? I'm not the stick-up man I don't want the rings on your hand I don't understand When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo Cause all eyes are on you know who-- huh! And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend But this bankrolls they won't spend I don't need em let the welfare feed em When it come to wa**up the peace sign is how I greet em - uh Sometimes they won't get that, sweatin me for some chit-chat Bite my lyrics like kit-kats Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those who wait And we've waited through the suffering and pain And b**hes ride the dick like the A-train That's why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my speciality And the best is me, so the rest will see BIG don't need to practice I'm like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright And conceit? I completely defeat the weak -uh Even the strong don't last long Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro I'm not a paper gangster of no sort don't smoke newports When I get stressed I grab my vest Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss You know, of course, they took a loss Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme I was telling ya not to flare up He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh 50 Grand, and I'm the BIG Mister Cee.. [Mister Cee] Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherf**er here we go Can ya withstand this kind of a man Gettin in your a** like sand But this ain't a date at the beach lil each And every mc in the place check the speech And i'll bet the dough from my show they can't get wit Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit [Notorious B.I.G interjecting] Nah nah nah nah nah love. you can't do it like that love. you got to ride that motherf**er you know what I'm sayin? you got to riiide that motherf**er Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most And clocks the most, drops the most sh** like a pigeon Listen, to the words I'm slippin' through saliva Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver Doin' tricks with my lips so quick If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris Don't try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint Rappers that think they the joint Huh, they'll get the point quicker Faster even, MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya Call me Chris, this I insist Anything different will lead to closed fist A wrap up. you don't wanna get tapped up