The Notorious B.I.G. - Basement Freestyle lyrics

Yo we up in the basement
You know what I'm saying?
DJ Enuff, my man Fresco this is just me
The Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect

Guaranteed to make heads rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney
Strictly head shots
I knock the twist out your dreadlocks

Who got the props? Biggie Who got the
Glock? Biggie But who is he?
You can't get my description
You need a prescription

Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em
Bumrushing 'em
Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hon

Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ, He's just nice
He just slice like a Ginsu
It's me, the Notorious BIG-GIE Smalls, yo!
This is for chumps that don't know who I am

I had a song on the
Soundtrack "Who's The Man?"
The single was dope
But the movie didn't slam

Emcees is like JJ's moms, "Damn, damn damn!"
Is it because I rip the
Props or beat the cops?
I got more dough than a pizza shop

Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out like Arnold
And that "whatchu talkin 'bout Willis?"
7 Mac Elevens, 8 38s nine 9s, ten MAC 10s

The guns never end!
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks

Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the Lambsbread
Lil' 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 MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK

I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K!