Monster (feat. Eazy-E / Notorious B.I.G.)

Monster,

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window

1, 2, 3 And to the 4

Eazy mothafuckin' e

With the chrome to your dome

Cruisin' in my '64 rag top

I got a lot of juice

A lot of fuckin' block

Now when I hit that switch

I'm bouncin'

More bounce to the ounce

And I'm clownin'

Keep the gat in my lap

Cuz I'm fully strapped

For the car jackers

Fuck no hapsters

I pack a tech-9

Plus a ak-47

Send a one way ticket to my hell

Or maybe heaven, peep

Nigga, I don't sleep

Burry muthafuckas

In the concrete

You try creep kinda slow

In a astro

But I peep you niggas

Out in my left window

So I blast and I blast

Till I blast no mo

Yo, they call a mothafucka john doe

Monster,

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window

Now ever since was a seed

Only thing promised to me

Was the penitentiary, still ballin!

Rindin' on these niggaz cause they lame

In a six-one chevy,

Still heavy in this game,

Can you feel me?

Blame it on my momma

I'm a thug nigga

Up befo' the sun rise

Quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on,

Nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggaz

Hit 'em up, westside

Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger

Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz

I love my famales strapped,

No fuckin' from the back

I get my currency in stacks,

California's where I'm at - right?

Passed by while

These niggaz wonder why

I got shot but didn't die,

Let 'em see who's the next to try

Did I cry, hell nah,

Nigga, tear I shed

For all my homies in the pen,

Many peers dead

Niggaz still ballin

Monster,

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window

[The notorious b.I.g.]

So you wanna be hardcore

With your hat to the back,

Talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps

But I can't feel that hardcore appeal

That you're screamin',

Baby I'm dreamin'

This ain't christopher williams, still some

Mc's got to feel one,

Caps I got to peel some

To let niggaz know

That if you fuck with big-and-heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgie

Says who?

Says me, the lyrical

Niggaz sayin

"Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"

Left the drugs alone

Took the thugs along with me

Just for niggaz actin' shifty

Sticks and stones break bones,

But the gat'll kill you quicker

Especialy when I'm drunk off the liquor

Smokin' funk by the boxes,

Packin' glocks is natural to eat you niggaz

Like chocolates. The funk baby

Monster,

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window!