آهنگ: Biggie Smalls. Where Brooklyn At.
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Biggie Smalls and Tupac
(Biggie)
Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it.
I got seven mack elevens, about eight thirty eights, nine nines, ten mack tens, the sh*ts never end. You cant touch my riches even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**ches. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the masion, the yacht, the crew weed spots, the two hot glochs, thats how i got the weed spot. i shot dread in the head, put the bread in the lamb spread. Little gotti got the shotti to ya body, so dont resist or ya might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, 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 flows remarkable peace to Matteo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the yayo thats crazy blunts, mad L's my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells oh my gosh im droppin sh*t like a pigeon I hope you listenin' smackin' baby's at they christenin'.
(Tupac) Muthaf**kin Biggie Smalls!
(Kane) What you gonna do with it Tupac?
(Tupac)
Yeah where the muthaf**kin thugs at?
Throw your motherf**kin 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*ggaz 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 muthaf**ka 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 muthaf**ka that you ever saw
(Thanks to Tahleah Marie for these lyrics)
Biggie Smalls and Tupac
(Biggie)
Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at! we gon do it like this anytime you ready check it.
I got seven mack elevens, about eight thirty eights, nine nines, ten mack tens, the sh*ts never end. You cant touch my riches even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**ches. Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the masion, the yacht, the crew weed spots, the two hot glochs, thats how i got the weed spot. i shot dread in the head, put the bread in the lamb spread. Little gotti got the shotti to ya body, so dont resist or ya might miss Christmas. I tote guns, I make number ones, 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 flows remarkable peace to Matteo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the yayo thats crazy blunts, mad L's my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells oh my gosh im droppin sh*t like a pigeon I hope you listenin' smackin' baby's at they christenin'.
(Tupac) Muthaf**kin Biggie Smalls!
(Kane) What you gonna do with it Tupac?
(Tupac)
Yeah where the muthaf**kin thugs at?
Throw your motherf**kin 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*ggaz 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 muthaf**ka 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 muthaf**ka that you ever saw
(Thanks to Tahleah Marie for these lyrics)
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