2pac - Live Freestyle 95 lyrics

Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at? We gonna do it like this Anytime your ready, check it! I got seven Mac 11's, about eight 38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the sh**s 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 weedspot 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 yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm droppin sh** like a pigeon I hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening Motherf**ing Biggie Smalls What you gonna do with it 2Pac? Yeah where the motherf**in thugs at? Throw your motherf**ing 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 nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up A straight soldier, bucking at the busters 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 they 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