Biggie/Tupac Live Freestyle (Album Version (Explicit)) - Funkmaster Flex/Big Kap.lrc

LRC歌词下载

[00:00.000] 作词 : Tupac Shakur/Christopher Wallace
[00:00.165] 作曲 : Tupac Shakur/Christopher Wallace
[00:00.330][Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[00:00.390]Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
[00:02.200]Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
[00:04.580]We gonna do it like this
[00:05.910]Anytime you're ready, check it
[00:07.300]
[00:07.430][Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[00:07.560]I got seven MAC-11's, about eight 38's
[00:10.450]Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit never ends
[00:13.220]You can't touch my riches
[00:14.930]Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 ****ers
[00:18.160]Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
[00:21.000]The two **** spots, the two hot Glocks
[00:23.300]That's how I got the ****spot
[00:24.930]I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
[00:28.590]Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
[00:30.600]So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
[00:33.250]I tote guns, I make number runs
[00:35.860]I give MC's the runs drippin' when I throw my clip in
[00:39.170]The AK, I slay from far away
[00:41.090]Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
[00:43.410]My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo
[00:47.310]Now we smoke shit like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
[00:50.190]That's crazy blunts, mad L's
[00:51.770]My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
[00:53.900]Oh my God, I'm dropping shit, like a pigeon
[00:56.440]I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'
[00:59.440]
[00:59.640][Interlude: Big Daddy Kane + 2Pac]
[00:59.930]************' Biggie Smalls
[01:01.800]What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?
[01:03.690]Yeah, where the ****in' thugs at?
[01:05.370]Throw your ****in' middle finger
[01:06.830]We gonna do this shit like this
[01:08.390]
[01:08.800][Verse 2: 2Pac]
[01:09.100]I thank the Lord for my many blessings
[01:10.520]Though I'm stressin', keep a vest for protection
[01:12.940]From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
[01:14.420]And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
[01:17.000]Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10
[01:19.580]Born in the ghetto as a hustler
[01:21.220]Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters
[01:24.330]No matter how you try, niggas never die
[01:26.590]We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
[01:29.010]You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners
[01:31.700]Mobbin' like a ****in' livin' like I wanna
[01:34.690]And ain't no stopping at the red lights
[01:36.350]I'm sideways, Thug Life, nigga, crime pays
[01:39.220]Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, b***h!
[01:42.090]Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, b***h!
[01:44.860]In a high-speed chase with the law
[01:46.640]The realest mother****er that you ever saw

文本歌词

作词 : Tupac Shakur/Christopher Wallace
作曲 : Tupac Shakur/Christopher Wallace
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 MAC-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 ****ers
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two **** spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the ****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 Mateo
Now we smoke shit 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 shit, like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin', smacking babies at they christenin'

************' Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with it, 2Pac?
Yeah, where the ****in' thugs at?
Throw your ****in' middle finger
We gonna do this shit 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 niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler
Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin' at the busters
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hittin' corners
Mobbin' like a ****in' livin' like I wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights
I'm sideways, Thug Life, nigga, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, b***h!
Zig-zaggin' through the freeway; race me, b***h!
In a high-speed chase with the law
The realest mother****er that you ever saw