2pac - Budweiser Superfest Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Scoob] This here for the motherf**in record Here we here we here we go, here we here we go Can I can I can I kick a motherf**in flow Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang Motherf**in n***as can't hang Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain But I don't give a f** I'm letting n***as 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 motherf**in head off Once again, n***as know my style, God damn it 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 coming, I'm taking 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 n***as can't hang, n***as can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherf**in n***as can't hang [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 MAC-10's, the sh** never ends You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**hes Biggie Smalls the millionaire, 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 lambsbread 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 Mateo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my god, I'm dropping sh** like a pigeon I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at their Christenin' [Verse 3: 2Pac] Yeah, where the motherf**in thugs at? Throw up your motherf**in middle finger We gonna do this sh** like this I thank the lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas No matter how you try, n***as never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply You see me striking down the block, hitting corners Mobbing like a motherf**er, living like I wanna And ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways Thug life, motherf**er crime pays Let the cops put their lights on: chase me n***a! Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me n***a! In a high speed chase with the law The realest motherf**er that you ever saw [Verse 4: Shyheim] Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island {*ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop*} Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God I even got caught trying 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 sh** rocks all you can hear when the shells drop An old man got shot in the parking lot In front of my building I hang with his grandchildren And for the n***a that pulled the trigger 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 motherf**in house! Wa**up, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what? [Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane] Now what's the bullsh** n***as 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 motherf**er, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catching wreck with me Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy I only know one n***a 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 going against Kane rappin That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nothing happenin Non-resistible, non compatible I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm f**in incredible And let's just get one more thing understood If I fart on a record, trust me n***a, that sh** gon' sound good