Christopher Wallace - Basement Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G] Yo We up in the basement, you know what I'm saying? DJ Enuff, my man Fresco This is just me, the Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect [Verse: Notorious B.I.G] Introducing the black ba*tard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make heads rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie But who is he? You can't get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em, bumrushing 'em Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu It's me The Notorious B.I.G G.I.E Smalls, yo! This is for chumps that don't know who I am I had a song on the soundtrack "Who's The Man?" The single was dope, but the movie didn't slam Emcees is like JJ's moms "Damn, damn damn!" Is it because I rip the props or beat the cops? I got more dough than a pizza shop Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out like Arnold and that "whatchu talkin 'bout Willis?" 7 Mac Elevens, 8 .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC 10s The guns never end! Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread Lil' 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 MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K!