2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - 2Pac and Biggie (Freestyle At Table) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - 2Pac and Biggie Freestyle At Table lyrics]
Ready nigga? Ready for that
Raw dog shit nigga? Okay, all right
Let me see how I'ma hit you
Wit' you wanna set it off?
Ayy, I'm scared to do some freestyle
I'm scared to do some freestyle flow
I'm too high and I might go off-tempo
But now I'm back to let these
Niggas know just how deep
My game run, 2Pacalypse don't sleep
I keep a motherfucking Glock in my car
If I'm holding in the club
I gotta be the fucking star
So everybody wanna smile
And raise they hands
I got a razor, 'case I gotta do a necks
(next) man
'Cause you know how niggas be, they wanna see
If Pac is real or is he
Like that nigga in the movie
I guess I gotta prove my point
Slicin' motherfuckers
Now I'm doing the joint
I got my nigga B-I to the G beside me
Bitches on my dick
You know them hoes wanna ride me
And my other homies out here like Spike Lee
They got the camera on a
Nigga guess they like me
But now I'm bout to pass this motherfucker on
'Cause this Tanqueray is getting hella strong
Money, hoes and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose
Is all a nigga knows
Flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow
Clockin the cash flow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Gettin' paid so much all the
Bitches wanna see a nigga
I guessed they figured I'm paid
I wanna get laid
Or since I got loot I wanna knock boots
Huh, I rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don't suck then we don't fuck
Huh, I rather make a buck
Drive a fat ass truck
Grab the nine, two clips and run amok
Yes, flex out the 2 or 3
Benz's since I wreck shit
What the fuck you expected? A fly guy
Well fuck it I'ma high guy from Bed-Stuy
Puttin' the swellin' on your eye
And your nose even
When I choke ya you stop breathin'
And when police come, I'm leavin'
Raw dog shit nigga? Okay, all right
Let me see how I'ma hit you
Wit' you wanna set it off?
Ayy, I'm scared to do some freestyle
I'm scared to do some freestyle flow
I'm too high and I might go off-tempo
But now I'm back to let these
Niggas know just how deep
My game run, 2Pacalypse don't sleep
I keep a motherfucking Glock in my car
If I'm holding in the club
I gotta be the fucking star
So everybody wanna smile
And raise they hands
I got a razor, 'case I gotta do a necks
(next) man
'Cause you know how niggas be, they wanna see
If Pac is real or is he
Like that nigga in the movie
I guess I gotta prove my point
Slicin' motherfuckers
Now I'm doing the joint
I got my nigga B-I to the G beside me
Bitches on my dick
You know them hoes wanna ride me
And my other homies out here like Spike Lee
They got the camera on a
Nigga guess they like me
But now I'm bout to pass this motherfucker on
'Cause this Tanqueray is getting hella strong
Money, hoes and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose
Is all a nigga knows
Flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow
Clockin the cash flow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Gettin' paid so much all the
Bitches wanna see a nigga
I guessed they figured I'm paid
I wanna get laid
Or since I got loot I wanna knock boots
Huh, I rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don't suck then we don't fuck
Huh, I rather make a buck
Drive a fat ass truck
Grab the nine, two clips and run amok
Yes, flex out the 2 or 3
Benz's since I wreck shit
What the fuck you expected? A fly guy
Well fuck it I'ma high guy from Bed-Stuy
Puttin' the swellin' on your eye
And your nose even
When I choke ya you stop breathin'
And when police come, I'm leavin'