Live Freestyle 95 Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie smalls? ? 

*crowd goes nuts* 

[scoob] yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (yeah!) 

[scoob] keep it goin! 

[kane] mister cee.. 

Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown 

[scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit 

[big] one two.. one two.. one two.. 

[scoob] brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie, matt 

Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh! 

Awwwwwwwwwwww shit! 

[kane] go scoob! 

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[scoob] 

Check it, check it, check it, check it 

This here for the motherfuckin record 

Here we here we here we go, here we here we go 

Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow 

Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang 

Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang 

Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain 

But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang 

Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north 

Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off 

Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit 

Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it 

Hard like shaquille, oh you better kneel 

When you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin 

Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour 

With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4 

Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough 

They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro 

So don't try me, you better walk by me 

I'll do you like the first part in menace ii society 

Like cypress hill, yo, I'm insane 

I'll shoot a hole in your toe 

I'll make you jump like the house of pain 

Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang 

Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang 

Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. 

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[kane] biggie smalls, why don't you come do it? 

[notorious b.i.g.] 

One two, one two, gonna do it like this 

Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at 

Where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at 

We gonna do it like this 

Anytime you're ready, check it 

I got seven mack 11's, about eight 38's 

Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends 

You can't touch my riches 

Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches 

Biggie smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht 

The two weed spots, the two hot glocks 

That's how I got the weed spot 

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread 

Little gotti got the shotty to your body 

So don't resist, or you might miss christmas 

I tote guns, I make number runs 

I give mc's the runs drippin 

When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away 

Everybody hit the d-e-c-k 

My slow flow's remarkable, peace to matteo 

Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the llello 

That's crazy blunts, mad l's 

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells 

Oh my god, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon 

I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening 

[tupac] motherfuckin biggie smalls! 

[kane] what you gonna do with it tupac? 

[tupac] 

Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at? 

Throw your motherfuckin middle finger 

We gonna do this shit like this 

I thank the lord for my many blessings, never stressin 

Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wesson 

And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again 

Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 

Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya 

A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz 

No matter how you try, niggaz never die 

We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply 

You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners 

Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna 

And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways 

Thug life motherfucker crime, pays! 

Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga 

Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga 

In a high speed chase with the law 

The realest motherfucker that you ever saw 

[kane] yeah! come in now man 

Now I wanna see what my man shyheim gonna do with it 

[shyheim] 

Yo, this goes out to everybody from staten island 

{*ah mister cee, and you don't stop*} 

Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to god 

I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard 

A born terror, a rebel without a pause 

I never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus? 

I walk the streets at night with my head down 

In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down 

So they get a glock and lick shots to get props 

And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop 

An old man got shot in the parkin lot 

In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren 

And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide 

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide 

And this happens everyday around my way 

So I pray that I can live another day 

[kane] this how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try this 

[shy] staten island in the motherfuckin house 

Whassup wu-tang clan in here or what? 

[kane] 

Hold up cee.. 

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying 

Dont try to act like martin now with that "i was just playin!" 

No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on 

Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone 

Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me 

Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy 

I only know one nigga that can come next to me 

No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow 

A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me 

Like they did, whittaker when he fought chavez 

Cause when it comes to goin against kane rappin 

That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin 

Non resistable, non compatible 

I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible 

And let's just get one more thing understood 

If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good