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  • Текст песни Biggie Smalls vs 2pac - Where Brooklyn at

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    [Biggie Smalls]
    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 yeyo
    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
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