[Intro]
Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls
Rock that ill shit
Oh shit!
[Verse 1: 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' niggas can't hang
Well, oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck, I'm letting niggas 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, niggas know my style, goddamn it
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 coming, I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you, even if you had an afro
So don't 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
Niggas can't hang, niggas can't hang
Bang-biggy, bang-biggy-bang-bang
Motherfuckin' niggas can't hang
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Where Brooklyn at?! Where Brooklyn at?!
Where Brooklyn at?! Where Brooklyn at?!
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it –
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
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
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
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 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 Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at their christening
[Pre-Verse: 2Pac]
Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?!
Throw up your motherfuckin' middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
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 nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin' at the bustas
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 their 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
[Verse 4: Shyheim]
Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
(Ah, Mister Cee, and you don't stop) –
Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught trying 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 parking lot, in front of my building
I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigger, then tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the Homicide
And this happens every day around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
[Segue: Shyheim & Big Daddy Kane]
This how we gonna do it, hold up, Cee – aiyyo, let's try this...
Staten Island in the motherfuckin' house!
Wassup, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?
[Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane]
Now what's the bullshit niggas been saying?
Don't try to act like Martin now, with that "I was just playin'!"
No need to grieve for more, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah, motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just 'cause you rap don't meant that you're catching 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, 'less you're gonna rob me
Like they did Whitaker when he fought Chávez
'Cause when it comes to going against Kane rappin'
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun – ain't nothing happenin'
Non-resistible, 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
