The Notorious B.I.G., Craig Mack - 1995 Westwood Freestyle (Me & Craig) lyrics

Flip funk in the UK pass the ill fill
And I can feel all the Flava
Kicking from the UA- US neighbour
Kick all the Flava
Do the Mack do, what you wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff

Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like Tropicana orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they dough
Niggas get to bendin', got two cases
One pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash

Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that mistaken raps'll
Guarantee you look like a slob
I got more rhymes than kids got the measles
You shooting needles
We are bigger than The Beatles
I crush, hush with the Super Sunday rush
We're trotting to the cot cause your
Style turns back to mush
I flip out the funk off the frame
Now you know my name- Mackalicious
Ain't you got a king?
Before 10: 00 Westwood, I'm no good
Shaking from here to back to Breckwood
On One FM rap show
The illest flow that you ever
Heard on your radio
Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man
Take the microphone and kick the
Wicked like a man

I went from construction Timbs
To Acs with rims
Flipping mixtapes to bitches
Feeding me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE!
Forget the dames
Gimme the range and the wain
My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus
More wings than clutches
Cease roll the hash
It's in the pocket with the nine
Lick off the wine as my seats recline
I want a presidential Rollie
So I crush MC's, the guacamole making Robin
Scream "Holy Molly!"
Big Poppa, off the caper
I'm that paper crusader
Playing Sega in a widebody blazer
And if you don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo

Uh, you don't stop

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs disappear with my bitch in
A Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood will spill too
Did I say thank you? I grant you
Three wishes cause I be the genie
Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines, see what I see?
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior MAFIA blaster
Rugers on the hips, bought coke to fill chips
More burners to fill clips, check it
Putting coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega Streetfighter 2
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes
I'll get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in a 600 Benz
Ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls
Tried to kill us

I get ill
It's time for a funk refill of rhymes that I
Kill as I shoot 'em in the grill
MC's, I'm not impressed
Your best don't just throw your chest
Where's the bullet proof or the wool vest
Won't matter your chest will shatter
On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder
MC's now feel funktified
They tried but now they died

Biggie bring big bowls of beef
Backing bitch niggas down burners
Bring bundles of belief
Common thief slash drug chief, syndicated
Went from 10k to 24k, competition hated
JM sedated quarantine
Big for president
Busting shots past your spleen
9 millimeter dreams, Mac 11 nightmares
Which MC's do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior MAFIA, nuff said
Niggas disrespect just I dead

Just I dead
MC's will turn red from the shot I lick
Ceaser sick
Too much shagging, too much drinking
Too much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal volcanic microphone
Robotic tonic atonic
The microphone is mine so MC's panic
I get down for my ground
You could see I met James Brown in your town
Flipping funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From flow to top ten to dough
Flow ill flow, Badboy down said so
So Biggie Smalls my man, take command
Turn each MC you see into sand

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I stretch the funk like my
Name was Plastic Man eating MC's out the can
In my hip-hop wonderland
I got the venom like the
Snake's got the venom, i put it in 'em
Faces turn bluer than my denim
But don't look down though my
Name is David Banner
Flipping green on the mic cause
They can't control my gamma
So stop hogging us, Mack's the erogenous
So rap full grown, see us the acrogynous
There ain't a rapper liver than the rebel
My voice don't carry treble
Eat MC's like a vegetable
Crack a few stepping on the pedal
Heavy off the medal
Life's stronger waiting for the sun to settle
King MC, for that I thank the LORD
Ill vocal chords sometimes you
Get the style bored as we break it down
Biggie Smalls represent Brooklyn
Your hometown

(Change of Beat)

Niggas in my faction don't
Like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benzito
Hitting fannies, spending chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts
My peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib
Wrap you in your Polo sheets
6 up in your wig-piece, nigga decease
Mxwaah! May you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style
More sicker than yours 44 and 54 draws
As my pilot, steers my Lear- yes, my dear
Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just
A little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all
Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

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Your reign on the top
Was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs
And rapper dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada
Fuck Poppa
You got to call me Francis MH white
Intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, keep firing
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip on that cat
With that grip on rap
The most shady, Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in DC at Howard Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing
Fucking something you should know my steelo
Went from 10 G's for blow to 30 G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
Make it hot like a kettle get
You're delicate
You better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit
I got more rides than Great Adventure