2Pac and Biggie (Freestyle At Table) lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac]
Ready n*gga? Ready for that raw dog sh*t n*gga?
Okay, all right, let me see how I'ma hit you wit'. You wanna set it off?
Ayy, I'm scared to do some freestyle

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm scared to do some freestyle flow
I'm too high and I might go off-tempo
But now I'm back to let these n*ggas know just how deep
My game run, 2Pacalypse don't sleep
I keep a motherf*cking Glock in my car
If I'm holding in the club, I gotta be the f*cking star
So everybody wanna smile, and raise they hands
I got a razor, 'case I gotta do a necks (next) man
'Cause you know how n*ggas be, they wanna see
If Pac is real or is he like that n*gga in the movie
I guess I gotta prove my point
Slicin' motherf*ckers, now I'm doing the joint
I got my n*gga B-I to the G beside me
b*tches on my di*k, you know them hoes wanna ride me
And my other homies out here like Spike Lee
They got the camera on a n*gga guess they like me
But now I'm bout to pass this motherf*cker on
'Cause this Tanqueray is getting hella strong

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Money, hoes and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a n*gga knows
Flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow, clockin the cash flow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Gettin' paid so much all the b*tches wanna see a n*gga
I guessed they figured I'm paid I wanna get laid
Or since I got loot I wanna knock boots
Huh, I rather beat my di*k than trick
And if she don't suck then we don't f*ck
Huh, I rather make a buck drive a fat ass truck
Grab the nine, two clips and run amok
Yes, flex out the 2 or 3 benz's since I wreck sh*t
What the f*ck you expected?
A fly guy, well f*ck it I'ma high guy from Bed-Stuy
Puttin' the swellin' on your eye
And your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin'
And when police come, I'm leavin'
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