Da B Side (Feat. The Notorious B.I.G.)

B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def Bad Boy collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it JD I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause your correct way to get your groove on, Flossin' And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend Brat Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls BIG Aw, shit On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable Flow to make you motherfuckers know Ain't an MC coming close to touch Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so Chorus: Manuel Seal Lay on back listen to the B side, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back listen to the B side, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want BIG I never knew, niggas never had a clue On who was the king of the street Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat And my nigga just came home from work release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air Brat Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care BIG Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist Nigga, no human being, Korean or European Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein' In they draws, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak Brat Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see The Notorious B-R-A-T BIG The raw combination, the destination Number one tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the funkdafied cutie pie Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so Chorus Lay on back, light up the blunts as you listen to the B side As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back listen to the B side, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want JD Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak Brat I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef And told that nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest We Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T Rolling off swoll on chrome 17 Chorus Lay on back listen to the B side, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back listen to the B side, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Outro: Jermaine Dupri Lay back, listen to the B-Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers Starters from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago wherever you wanna go