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notorious big - where brooklyn at lyrics

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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 sh-t
[big] one two. one two. one two.
[scoob] brooklyn. jfk, all my n-gg-z, richie, matt
ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!
awwwwwwwwwwww sh-t!
[kane] go scoob!
[scoob]
check it, check it, check it, check it
this here for the motherf-ckin record
here we here we here we go, here we here we go
can i can i can i kick a motherf-ckin flow
chitty chitty bang bang, i chitty bang bang
motherf-ckin n-gg-z cant hang
well oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rain
but i dont give a f-ck im lettin n-gg-z know they cant hang
dont give me no lip, dont give me no backtalk, yeah break north
dont make me get my gun and blow your motherf-ckin head off
once again, n-gg-z know my style, god dammit
unless its 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
s-x 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, im comin, im takin the dough
they wouldnt pick you even if you had a afro
so dont try me, you better walk by me
ill do you like the first part in menace ii society
like cypress hill, yo, im insane
ill shoot a hole in your toe
ill make you jump like the house of pain
bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
n-gg-z cant hang, n-gg-z cant hang
bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherf-ckin n-gg-z cant hang.
[kane] biggie smalls, why dont you come do it?
[notorious b.i.g.]
one two, one two, gonna do it like this
where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at
where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at
we gonna do it like this
anytime youre ready, check it
i got seven mack 11s, about eight 38s
nine 9s, ten mack tens, the sh-ts never ends
you cant touch my riches
even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b-tches
biggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
the two weed spots, the two hot glocks
thats 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 dont resist, or you might miss christmas
i tote guns, i make number runs
i give mcs 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 flows remarkable, peace to matteo
now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the llello
thats crazy blunts, mad ls
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
oh my god, im droppin sh-t like a pigeon
i hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening
[tupac] motherf-ckin biggie smalls!
[kane] what you gonna do with it tupac?
[tupac]
yeah where the motherf-ckin thugs at?
throw your motherf-ckin middle finger
we gonna do this sh-t 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 n-gg-z in the pen, here we go again
aint 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, n-gg-z never die
we just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
you see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
mobbin like a motherf-cker, livin like i – wanna
and aint no stoppin at the red lights, im sideways
thug life motherf-cker crime, pays!
let the cops put they lights on, chase me n-gg-
zig zaggin through the freeway, race me n-gg-
in a high speed chase with the law
the realest motherf-cker that you ever saw
[kane] yeah! come in now man
now 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 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 sh-t rocks all you can hear when the sh-lls drop
an old man got shot in the parkin lot
in front of my buildin i hang with his grandchildren
and for the n-gg- 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, lets try this
[shy] staten island in the motherf-ckin house
wh-ssup wu-tang clan in here or what?
[kane]
hold up cee.
now whats the bullsh-t n-gg-z 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 motherf-cker, your teeth is gone
just cause you rap dont meant that youre catchin wreck with me
step to this ill give your mic a vasectomy
i only know one n-gg- that can come next to me
no, thats a tattle, cause i cant count my own shadow
a battle, i gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob me
like they did, whittaker when he fought chavez
cause when it comes to goin against kane rappin
thats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nuttin happenin
non resistable, non compatible
im not saying im the best, im just saying im f-ckin incredible
and lets just get one more thing understood
if i fart on a record, trust me n-gg-, that sh-t gon sound good



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