Notorious B.I.G. - Live Freestyle 95 Lyrics
[kane] wheres 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 lets 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, mattReady to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!Awwwwwwwwwwww shit![kane] go scoob![scoob]Check it, check it, check it, check itThis here for the mother*****in recordHere we here we here we go, here we here we goCan I can I can I kick a mother*****in flowChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bangMother*****in niggaz cant hangWell oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rainBut I dont give a ***** Im lettin niggaz know they cant hangDont give me no lip, dont give me no backtalk, yeah break northDont make me get my gun and blow your mother*****in head offOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammitUnless its on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam itHard like shaquille, oh you better kneelWhen you see me comin, big scoob got em runninSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tourWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4Set up a contest, Im comin, Im takin the doughThey wouldnt pick you even if you had a afroSo dont try me, you better walk by meIll do you like the first part in menace ii societyLike cypress hill, yo, Im insaneIll shoot a hole in your toeIll make you jump like the house of painBang biggy bang biggy bang bangNiggaz cant hang, niggaz cant hangBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, mother*****in niggaz cant hang..[kane] biggie smalls, why dont you come do it?[notorious b.i.g.]One two, one two, gonna do it like thisWhere brooklyn at, where brooklyn atWhere brooklyn at, where brooklyn atWe gonna do it like thisAnytime youre ready, check itI got seven mack 11s, about eight 38sNine 9s, ten mack tens, the shits never endsYou cant touch my richesEven if you had mc hammer and them 357 *****esBiggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yachtThe two weed spots, the two hot glocksThats how I got the weed spotI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spreadLittle gotti got the shotty to your bodySo dont resist, or you might miss christmasI tote guns, I make number runsI give mcs the runs drippinWhen I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far awayEverybody hit the d-e-c-kMy slow flows remarkable, peace to matteoNow we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the llelloThats crazy blunts, mad lsMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cellsOh my god, Im droppin shit like a pigeonI hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening[tupac] mother*****in biggie smalls![kane] what you gonna do with it tupac?[tupac]Yeah where the mother*****in thugs at?Throw your mother*****in middle fingerWe gonna do this shit like thisI thank the lord for my many blessings, never stressinKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wessonAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go againAint nuttin separatin us from a mack-10Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told yaA straight soldier, buckin at the bustazNo matter how you try, niggaz never dieWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiplyYou see me strikin down the block, hittin cornersMobbin like a mother*****er, livin like I - wannaAnd aint no stoppin at the red lights, Im sidewaysThug life mother*****er crime, pays!Let the cops put they lights on, chase me niggaZig zaggin through the freeway, race me niggaIn a high speed chase with the lawThe realest mother*****er that you ever saw[kane] yeah! come in now manNow 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 dont stop*}Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to godI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyardA born terror, a rebel without a pauseI never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?I walk the streets at night with my head downIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be downSo they get a glock and lick shots to get propsAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells dropAn old man got shot in the parkin lotIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildrenAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slideAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicideAnd this happens everyday around my waySo I pray that I can live another day[kane] this how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, lets try this[shy] staten island in the mother*****in houseWhassup wu-tang clan in here or what?[kane]Hold up cee..Now whats the bullshit niggaz been sayingDont try to act like martin now with that I was just playin!No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is onUhh!! oh yeah mother*****er, your teeth is goneJust cause you rap dont meant that youre catchin wreck with meStep to this Ill give your mic a vasectomyI only know one nigga that can come next to meNo, thats a tattle, cause I cant count my own shadowA battle, I gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob meLike they did, whittaker when he fought chavezCause when it comes to goin against kane rappinThats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nuttin happeninNon resistable, non compatibleIm not saying Im the best, Im just saying Im *****in incredibleAnd lets just get one more thing understoodIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good
