[Kane]Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
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*crowd goes nuts*
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[Scoob]Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
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[Scoob]Keep it goin!
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[Kane]Mister Cee..
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Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown
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[Scoob]Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
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[Big]One two.. one two.. one two..
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[Scoob]Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt
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Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!
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AWWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT!
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[Kane]Go Scoob!
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[Scoob]
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Check it, check it, check it, check it
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This here for the motherfuckin record
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Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
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Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
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chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
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Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang
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Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
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But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
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Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
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Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
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Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
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unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
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Hard like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
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When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
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Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
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with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
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Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough
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They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
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So dont try me, you better walk by me
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I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society
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Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
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I'll shoot a hole in your toe
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I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
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Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
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Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang
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Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..
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[Kane]Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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One two, one two, gonna do it like this
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WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
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WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
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We gonna do it like this
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Anytime you're ready, check it
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I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's
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Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
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You can't touch my riches
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Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
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Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
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The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
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That's how I got the weed spot
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I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
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Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
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So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
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I tote guns, I make number runs
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I give mc's the runs drippin
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when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
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Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
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My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
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Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
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That's crazy blunts, mad L's
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My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
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Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
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I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
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[Tupac]Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!
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[Kane]What you gonna do with it Tupac?
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[Tupac]
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Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
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Throw your motherfuckin middle finger
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We gonna do this shit like this
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I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
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Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
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And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
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Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
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Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
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A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
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No matter how you try, niggaz never die
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We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
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You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
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Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
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And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
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Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
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Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
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Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
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In a high speed chase with the law
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The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
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[Kane]Yeah! Come in now man
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Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it
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[Shyheim]
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Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
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{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}
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Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
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I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard
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A born terror, a rebel without a pause
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I never had a good Christmas, so |