Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.I.G. & Tupac)

Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?

Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?

We gonna do it like this

Anytime your ready, check it!

I got seven Mac 11's, about eight

38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the shits never ends

You can't touch my riches, even if you had

MC Hammer and them 357 bitches

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks

That's how I got the weedspot

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 yayo

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

Motherfucking Biggie Smalls

What you gonna do with it 2Pac?

Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?

Throw your motherfucking middle finger

We gonna do this shit like this

I thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin

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

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

Ain't nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10

Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up

A straight soldier, bucking at the busters

No matter how you try, niggas never die

We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply

You see me striking down the block, hitting corners

Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I - wanna

And ain't no stopping 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