Текст (слова) песни: Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f 2Pac, Notoriou - Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle *

 
* originally appeared on Mister Cee`s "Best of B.I.G." 
 
[Kane]	Where`s 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? 
*crowd goes nuts* 
[Scoob]	Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) 
[Scoob]	Keep it goin! 
[Kane]	Mister Cee.. 
	Yo Scoob, you set it off and let`s get down for the crown 
[Scoob]	Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit 
[Big]	One two.. one two.. one two.. 
[Scoob]	Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt 
	Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH! 
	AWWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT! 
[Kane]	Go Scoob! 
 
[Scoob] 
Check it, check it, check it, check it 
This here for the motherfuckin record 
Here we here we here we go, here we here we go 
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow 
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang 
Motherfuckin niggaz can`t hang 
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it`s gonna rain 
But I don`t give a fuck I`m lettin niggaz know they can`t hang 
Don`t give me no lip, don`t give me no backtalk, yeah break North 
Don`t make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF 
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT 
unless it`s on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it 
Hard like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL 
When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN 
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour 
with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4 
Set up a contest, I`m comin, I`m takin the dough 
They wouldn`t pick you even if you had a afro 
So dont try me, you better walk by me 
I`ll do you like the first part in Menace II Society 
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I`m INSANE 
I`ll shoot a hole in your toe 
I`ll make you jump like the House of Pain 
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang 
Niggaz can`t hang, niggaz can`t hang 
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can`t hang.. 
 
[Kane]	Biggie Smalls, why don`t you come do it? 
 
[Notorious B.I.G.] 
One two, one two, gonna do it like this 
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT 
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT 
We gonna do it like this 
Anytime you`re ready, check it 
 
I got seven Mack 11`s, about eight 38`s 
Nine 9`s, ten mack tens, the shits never ends 
You can`t touch my riches 
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches 
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht 
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks 
That`s how I got the weed spot 
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread 
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body 
So don`t resist, or you might miss Christmas 
I tote guns, I make number runs 
I give mc`s the runs drippin 
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away 
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K 
My slow flow`s remarkable, peace to Matteo 
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello 
That`s crazy blunts, mad L`s 
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells 
Oh my God, I`m droppin shit like a pigeon 
I hope you`re listenin, smackin babies at they christening 
 
[Tupac]	Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls! 
[Kane]	What you gonna do with it Tupac? 
 
[Tupac] 
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at? 
Throw your motherfuckin middle finger 
We gonna do this shit like this 
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin 
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson 
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again 
Ain`t nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya 
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz 
No matter how you try, niggaz never die 
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply 
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners 
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna 
And ain`t no stoppin at the red lights, I`m sideways 
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays! 
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga 
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga 
In a high speed chase with the law 
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw 
 
[Kane]	Yeah! Come in now man 
	Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it 
 
[Shyheim] 
Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island 
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don`t stop*} 
Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God 
I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard 
A born terror, a rebel without a pause 
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus? 
I walk the streets at night with my head down 
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down 
So they get a glock and lick shots to get props 
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop 
An old man got shot in the parkin lot 
In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren 
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide 
and hide, but he got knocked by the homicide 
And this happens everyday around my way 
So I pray that I can live another day 
 
[Kane]	This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let`s try this 
[Shy]	Staten Island in the motherfuckin house 
	Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what? 
 
[Kane] 
Hold up Cee.. 
 
Now what`s the bullshit niggaz been saying 
Dont try to act like Martin now with that "I was just playin!" 
No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on 
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone 
Just cause you rap don`t meant that you`re catchin wreck with me 
Step to this I`ll give your mic a vasectomy 
I only know one nigga that can come next to me 
No, that`s a tattle, cause I can`t count my own shadow 
A battle, I gots to have it, `lest you`re gonna rob me 
like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez 
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin 
That`s like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain`t nuttin happenin 
Non resistable, non compatible 
I`m not saying I`m the best, I`m just saying I`m fuckin incredible 
And let`s just get one more thing understood 
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon` sound good
 

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