Notorious B.I.G.

Notorious B.I.G. - Live Freestyle 95

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[Kane] Where's 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 let's 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, Matt

Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!


[Kane] Go Scoob!


Check it, check it, check it, check it

This here for the motherfuckin record

Here we here we here we go, here we here we go

Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow

chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang

Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang

Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain

But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang

Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North

Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF

Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT

unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it

Hard like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL

When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN

Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour

with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4

Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough

They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro

So dont try me, you better walk by me

I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society

Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE

I'll shoot a hole in your toe

I'll make you jump like the House of Pain

Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang

Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang

Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

[Notorious B.I.G.]

One two, one two, gonna do it like this



We gonna do it like this

Anytime you're ready, check it

I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's

Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches

Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot glocks

That's how I got the weed spot

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 Matteo

Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo

That's crazy blunts, mad L's

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon

I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

[Tupac] Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!

[Kane] What you gonna do with it Tupac?


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, never stressin

Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson

And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again

Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10

Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya

A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz

No matter how you try, niggaz never die

We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply

You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners

Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna

And ain't no stoppin 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

[Kane] Yeah! Come in now man

Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it


Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island

{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}

Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God

I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard

A born terror, a rebel without a pause

I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

I walk the streets at night with my head down

In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down

So they get a glock and lick shots to get props

And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop

An old man got shot in the parkin lot

In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren

And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide

and hide, but he got knocked by the homicide

And this happens everyday around my way

So I pray that I can live another day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this

[Shy] Staten Island in the motherfuckin house

Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?


Hold up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying

Dont try to act like Martin now with that "I was just playin!"

No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on

Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone

Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me

Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy

I only know one nigga that can come next to me

No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow

A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me

like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez

Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin

That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin

Non resistable, non compatible

I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible

And let's just get one more thing understood

If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good

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