Funkmaster Flex - The Wickedest lyrics

[Funkmaster Flex] Hold up, shut this sh** down It's goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to f**in Brooklyn, with my n***a Mister Cee Cause you know how the f** I get down! Big dog, pitbull status n***a! [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 b**hes 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 n***as, and bootleggers, stay in the house Cause Brooklyn got this sh** locked down So any time you're ready Mister Cee We gon' get hardcore on these h*mos 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 n***as say I'm p**y? I dare you to stick your dick in this If I was p**y I'd be filled with syphillis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya Got it locked like the penitentiary n***as 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 n***as press they luck-and they get a bu*tf**-in Straight up the a**, raw dog with the rash And I don't f** 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 n***as out the frame, simple and plain But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap Big took a loss, how preposterous is that n***a? Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die" Y'all n***as hold y'all heads Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop.. {*Funk Flex scratches the end*}