[{"id":36235122,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":109.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\nThe AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\nMotherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\nYeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin' middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler\nHold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights\nI'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\nIn a high-speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  That's how I got the weedspot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\n  The AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\n  Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\n  What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\n  Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin' middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n  Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\n  From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n  Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler\n  Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\n  No matter how you try, niggas never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\n  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\n  And ain't no stopping at the red lights\n  I'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\n  Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\n  Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\n  In a high-speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n"},{"id":14222174,"name":"Biggie⁄Tupac Live Freestyle","trackName":"Biggie⁄Tupac Live Freestyle","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":110.96,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\nYeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\nKeep it goin!\nMister Cee.\nYo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\nLet the place. rock. that ill shit\nOne two. one two. one two.\n[Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\nReady to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie⁄Tupac Live Freestyle\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 110960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":23365385,"name":"Biggie - Tupac Freestyle (Live)","trackName":"Biggie - Tupac Freestyle (Live)","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":109.014336,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\nYeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\nKeep it goin!\nMister Cee.\nYo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\nLet the place. rock. that ill shit\nOne two. one two. one two.\n[Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\nReady to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie - Tupac Freestyle (Live)\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109014\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":12210493,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":109.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\nYeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\nKeep it goin!\nMister Cee.\nYo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\nLet the place. rock. that ill shit\nOne two. one two. one two.\n[Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\nReady to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":24594391,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle [Live]","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle [Live]","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex","albumName":"The Tunnel [Clean]","duration":108.990813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\nYeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\nKeep it goin!\nMister Cee.\nYo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\nLet the place. rock. that ill shit\nOne two. one two. one two.\n[Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\nReady to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle [Live]\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 108991\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":17150239,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":109.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\nThe AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\nMotherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\nYeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin' middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler\nHold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights\nI'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\nIn a high-speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  That's how I got the weedspot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\n  The AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\n  Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\n  What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\n  Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin' middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n  Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\n  From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler\n  Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\n  No matter how you try, niggas never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\n  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\n  And ain't no stopping at the red lights\n  I'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\n  Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\n  Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\n  In a high-speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n"},{"id":39466849,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex","albumName":"The Tunnel","duration":108.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWhere Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\nThe AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\nMotherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\nYeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin' middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler\nHold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights\nI'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\nIn a high-speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 108000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  That's how I got the weedspot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\n  The AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\n  Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\n  What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\n  Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin' middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n  Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\n  From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n  Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler\n  Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\n  No matter how you try, niggas never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\n  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\n  And ain't no stopping at the red lights\n  I'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\n  Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\n  Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\n  In a high-speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n"},{"id":15328216,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. 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Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.I.G. & Tupac) (Album Version Edited)\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":12253487,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.I.G & Tupac) (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. 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Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.IG. & Tupac\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109018\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"},{"id":29735961,"name":"Biggie and Tupac Live Freestyle Ft. Mister Cee, Biggie & Tupac","trackName":"Biggie and Tupac Live Freestyle Ft. 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Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\nThe AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\nMotherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\nYeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin' middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler\nHold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights\nI'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\nIn a high-speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie and Tupac Live Freestyle Ft. 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  That's how I got the weedspot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\n  The AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\n  Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\n  What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\n  Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin' middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n  Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\n  From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n  Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler\n  Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\n  No matter how you try, niggas never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\n  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\n  And ain't no stopping at the red lights\n  I'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\n  Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\n  Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\n  In a high-speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n"},{"id":24747943,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","trackName":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle","artistName":"Funkmaster Flex Big Kap DJ Mister Cee The Notorious B.I.G. 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Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex Big Kap DJ Mister Cee The Notorious B.I.G. 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Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! 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Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(Ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! 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(Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (Ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! 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Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! 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(Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? 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Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (Ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! 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Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie & Tupac Live Freestyle (Feat. DJ Mister Cee)\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109061\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! 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Where Brooklyn at?\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nThat's how I got the weedspot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\nThe AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\nMotherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\nWhat you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\nYeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin' middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler\nHold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\nAnd ain't no stopping at the red lights\nI'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\nZig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\nIn a high-speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Feat. 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Where Brooklyn at?\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  That's how I got the weedspot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in\n  The AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'\n\n  Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls\n  What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?\n  Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin' middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n  Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection\n  From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n  Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler\n  Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters\n  No matter how you try, niggas never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners\n  Mobbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like I wanna\n  And ain't no stopping at the red lights\n  I'm sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays\n  Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga!\n  Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, nigga!\n  In a high-speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n"},{"id":18550773,"name":"Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. 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Uhhh!\nAww SHIT!\nGo Scoob!\n\nCheck it, check it, check it, check it\nThis here for the motherfuckin record\nHere we here we here we go, here we here we go\nCan I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\nChitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\nMotherfuckin niggaz can't hang\nWell oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\nBut I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\nDon't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\nDon't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\nOnce again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\nUnless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\nHard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\nWhen you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\nSex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\nWith dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\nSet up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\nThey wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\nSo dont try me, you better walk by me\nI'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\nLike Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\nI'll shoot a hole in your toe\nI'll make you jump like the House of Pain\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang\nNiggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\nBang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\nBiggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\nOne two, one two, gonna do it like this\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWhere BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\nWe gonna do it like this\nAnytime you're ready, check it\n\nI got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\nNine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nThat's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLittle Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give mc's the runs drippin\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\nMotherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\nWhat you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\nYeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\nThrow your motherfuckin middle finger\nWe gonna do this shit like this\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\nKeep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\nAin't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\nA straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\nNo matter how you try, niggaz never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\nYou see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\nMobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\nAnd ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\nLet the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\nZig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\nYeah! Come in now man\nNow I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\nYo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n(ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\nYo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\nI even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\nA born terror, a rebel without a pause\nI never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\nI walk the streets at night with my head down\nIn this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\nSo they get a glock and lick shots to get props\nAnd when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\nAn old man got shot in the parkin lot\nIn front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\nAnd for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\nAnd hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\nAnd this happens everyday around my way\nSo I pray that I can live another day\n\nThis how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\nStaten Island in the motherfuckin house\nWhassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\nHold up Cee.\n\nNow what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\nDont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\nNo need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\nUhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\nJust cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\nStep to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\nI only know one nigga that can come next to me\nNo, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\nA battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\nLike they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\nCause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\nThat's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\nNon resistable, non compatible\nI'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\nAnd let's just get one more thing understood\nIf I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. DJ Mister Cee, Notorious B.I.G & Tupac)\n  artist: Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap, DJ Mister Cee, The Notorious B.I.G., Tupac\n  album: The Tunnel\n  duration_ms: 109008\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?\n  Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)\n  Keep it goin!\n  Mister Cee.\n  Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown\n  Let the place. rock. that ill shit\n  One two. one two. one two.\n  [Scoob] Brooklyn. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt\n  Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? Uhhh!\n  Aww SHIT!\n  Go Scoob!\n\n  Check it, check it, check it, check it\n  This here for the motherfuckin record\n  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go\n  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow\n  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang\n  Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang\n  Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain\n  But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang\n  Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North\n  Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfucking head off\n  Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit\n  Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it\n  Hard like Shaquille, OH you better kneel\n  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got them running\n  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour\n  With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4\n  Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough\n  They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro\n  So dont try me, you better walk by me\n  I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society\n  Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane\n  I'll shoot a hole in your toe\n  I'll make you jump like the House of Pain\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang\n  Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang\n  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.\n\n  Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?\n\n  One two, one two, gonna do it like this\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  Where BROOKLYN at, where BROOKLYN at\n  We gonna do it like this\n  Anytime you're ready, check it\n\n  I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's\n  Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  That's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give mc's the runs drippin\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n\n  Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!\n  What you gonna do with it Tupac?\n\n  Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?\n  Throw your motherfuckin middle finger\n  We gonna do this shit like this\n  I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin\n  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n  And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again\n  Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10\n  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya\n  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz\n  No matter how you try, niggaz never die\n  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n  You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners\n  Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna\n  And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways\n  Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!\n  Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga\n  Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga\n  In a high speed chase with the law\n  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n\n  Yeah! Come in now man\n  Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it\n\n  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island\n  (ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)\n  Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God\n  I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard\n  A born terror, a rebel without a pause\n  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?\n  I walk the streets at night with my head down\n  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down\n  So they get a glock and lick shots to get props\n  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop\n  An old man got shot in the parkin lot\n  In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren\n  And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide\n  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide\n  And this happens everyday around my way\n  So I pray that I can live another day\n\n  This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this\n  Staten Island in the motherfuckin house\n  Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?\n\n  Hold up Cee.\n\n  Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying\n  Dont try to act like Martin now with that \"I was just playin!\"\n  No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on\n  Uhh! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone\n  Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me\n  Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy\n  I only know one nigga that can come next to me\n  No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow\n  A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me\n  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez\n  Cause when it comes to goin against Kane rappin\n  That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin\n  Non resistable, non compatible\n  I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible\n  And let's just get one more thing understood\n  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good\n"}]