Biggie and Tupac - History Battle Lyrics

Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at

I got 7 mack 11s
about 8 thirty eights
nine nines 10 mack 10s the shits never end
you cant touch my riches
even if u had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
biggie smalls the millionar
the mansion the yaht
the two weed spots the two hot glocks
thats how i got the weed spots
i shot dread in the head
took the bread and the land spread
little gody got the shotty to ur body
so dont resist or u might miss christmas
i toke guns i make number runs
i give mcs the runs drippin
when i throw my clip in the ak
i slay from far away
everybody hit the d e c k
my slow flows remarkable
peace to matayo
now we smoke weed like tony montana snif the yao
thats crazy blunts
mad ls
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
o my god i droppin shit like a pigeon
i hope ur listenin
smackin babies at they cristenin


i thank the lord for my many blessins
keep the vest from protectin
from the battles of the smith a wessin
and all ma niggas in the pen here we go again
aint nuthin seperatin us but my mack 10
born in the ghetto as a huslter
hold up
a straight soldier
barkin at the bustas
no matter how u talk
niggas never die
we juss retalerate with hate
then we multiply
u see we striken down the block
hitten corners
ballin like a mutha f*cker
livin like a i wanna
it aint no stoppin at the red lights
im sideways thug life
mutha f*cker cum pain
lets the cop flick their lights on
chase me nigga
zig zaggin down the freeway
race me nigga
in a high speed chase with the law
the realist mutha f*cker that u ever saw




lyrics by:Kt
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