Young Savage - Two-Piggity-Pac lyrics

[Verse 1] (Now rapping basketball -- Number 1, Kurtis Blow) Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like I'm the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone I like slam dunks, take me to the hoop My favorite play is the alley-oop I like the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go Cause it's basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow I used to go to dinner, then take the girl To see Tiny play against Earl The Pearl And Wilt, Big O, and Jerry West Play basketball at it's very best Basketball has always been my thing I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King And number 33, my man Kareem Is the center on my starting team Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete Now these players could never be beat Isiah, and Iceman too Just give 'em the ball, and then you chalk up two Dantley and Wilkins are on the scene And Ralph Sampson is really mean Bill Russell didn't take no junk And Darryl Dawkins got a monster dunk Tell me, were you in the joint The night Wilt scored 100 points? Or when Celtics won titles back-to-back And didn't give nobody no kind of slack? Or when Dr. J shook the whole damn team With moves that came right out of a dream? Or when Willis Reed stood so tall Playing D with desire? It's basketball! I get the ball and then I go and play Like a superstar in the NBA The forwards, the centers, and all the guards The ones you see on the bubblegum cards Me and homeboy would go one-on-one Cause playing the game is a lot of fun Sit by the TV and watch 'em all Cause Kurtis Blow is rapping basketball [Verse 2 ] Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on n***a, f** all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Then the sh** stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato n***as know: the lyrical molesting is taking place f**ing with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them a**es Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools n***as mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me two Glock 9s Any motherf**er whispering about mines And I'm Crooklyn's finest You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this