Hypnotize (From "Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse") - Fresh Beat MCs

Hah, sicker than your average

Poppa twist cabbage off instinct

Niggas don’t think shit stink

Pink gators, my Detroit players

Timbs to my hooligans in Brooklyn (That's right)

Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e’ry night

Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos

Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who

Do somethin' to us, talk goes through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who us?

Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently niggas frontin', ain’t sayin' nothin'

So I just speak my piece, keep my peace

Humans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps

Packin', askin', «Who want it?»

They got a nigga flauntin'

That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace

All Philly hoes know it was Skilo

Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi

Now who’s the real dookie?

Meaning, who’s really the shit?

Let niggas rob this, Frank White bought the six

Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half

Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass

Gon' blast, squeeze first, ask questions last

That’s how most of these so-called gangsters pass

At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads

Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars

Still leave you on the pavement

Condo paid for, no car payment

At my arraignment, no point complainin'

«Your daughter’s tied up in a Brooklyn basement»

Face it, not guilty, that’s how I stay filthy

Richer than Richie, so you niggas come and get me

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)

Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly

Wreck it, buy a new one

Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run

I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with

Flows, girls say he’s sweet like licorice

So, get with this nigga, it’s easy

Girlfriend, here’s a pen, call me round ten

Come through, have sex on rugs that’s Persian

Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'

For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'

Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo

Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly

Hit 'em with the force like Obi

Dick black like Toby

Watch me roam like a Romey

Lucky they don’t owe me

Where the safe?

Show me, homie (homie)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that’s why they broke, and you’re so paid