Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle lyrics]
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 MAC-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit's never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weedspot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
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 Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin'
Smacking babies at they christenin'
Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?
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
Though I'm stressin'
Keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen'
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler
Hold up, a straight soldier
Buckin' at the busters
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block
Hittin' corners mobbin' like a motherfucker
Livin' like I wanna
And ain't no stopping 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
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it
I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit's never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weedspot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
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 Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin'
Smacking babies at they christenin'
Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?
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
Though I'm stressin'
Keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen'
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler
Hold up, a straight soldier
Buckin' at the busters
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block
Hittin' corners mobbin' like a motherfucker
Livin' like I wanna
And ain't no stopping 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