Intro: Jermaine Dupri

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...

I got that s**t all you n****s 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
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
F****d around and made some s**t you can't f**k with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend

[Da Brat]
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
N****s 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...

[Nortorious B. I. G.]
Aw, s**t!
On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
Ain't an mc coming close to touch
B*****s I like to f**k, guns I like to bust, so...

Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

[Notorious B. I. G.]
I never knew, n****s had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my n***a just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: n***a, pass that s**t like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my s**t list, Biggie burns spliffs
When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
N***a, 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: n***a, close your eyes, cause you already see
The Notorious B-are-A-T)
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 f**k with her you got to f**k with me
And we'll be rapping at your mot*****in' eulogy, so...

Chorus

Jermaine Dupri:
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak...

[Da Brat]
I got the funk in my pocket, s**t stay locked down
The n***a you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck with a notorious n***a ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit Sosodef
And told the n***a jd I was the one, f**k the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a n***a 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, n***a
We comin' mass, his pimpin' a**, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the are-A, T
Rolling off slow on chrome 17's

Chorus

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
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