Lyrics: [Verse One: 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 cant hang Well oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rain But I dont give a fuck Im lettin niggaz 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 motherfuckin head off Once again, niggaz 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 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, 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 Niggaz cant hang, niggaz cant hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz cant hang.. [Verse Two: 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 shits never ends You cant 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 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 shit like a pigeon I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening [Verse Three: Tupac Shakur] 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 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, 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 aint no stoppin at the red lights, Im 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 [Verse Four: 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 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 [Verse Five: Big Daddy Kane] Hold up cee.. Now whats 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 dont meant that youre catchin wreck with me Step to this Ill give your mic a vasectomy I only know one nigga 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 fuckin incredible And lets just get one more thing understood If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good

• published: 29 Mar 2009
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