Papoose - Biggie Tribute Freestyle lyrics

Sometimes I have deep thoughts when I be in my whip Thinking about Remy, just me and my b**h MTV made a list, I wanna discuss None of them artists was from Brooklyn, we left in the dust They never rode the 8-train or the 24-bus They all sus, them n***as bleed just like us How they spit crack? Their coke never expanded Them n***as better learn the Ten Crack Commandments Gun charge at a young age, they locked me up Cause I was hypnotized by Machine Gun Funk What goes around comes around, you don't get away with nothing You gotta face the consequence like Joe Budden If New York n***as keep rapping like they from Miami I ain't going back to Cali, I'm going back to Cali .40 Caliber, scream and gimme the loot He can't tuck a gun, his skinny jeans skinny as Snoop And dice high to the sky, you can die in a minute If you lying in your lyrics cause the sky is the limit You raps is unbelievable, you ready to lie We ready to k** and we ready to die Pusha T got beef with Young Money, disbelief Didn't Biggie let you n***as know what's beef? Who shot ya? You're nobody 'till somebody k**s you Long kiss goodnight, I'm warning what I will do I reached my peek, I can't speak Call Kay Slay, tell him that my will was weak Before I let you outta town and murder New York I'll k** hip hop myself, suicidal thoughts