2pac Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle Lyrics

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle Lyrics

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie smalls? ? 

*Crowd goes nuts*

[scoob]
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)

[Scoob] keep it goin!

[Kane]
mister cee..

Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
crown

[scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit

[big] one two..
one two.. one two..

[Scoob] Brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie,
matt

Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!

Awwwwwwwwwwww
shit!

[kane] go scoob!



[scoob]

Check it, check it,
check it, check it

This here for the motherfuckin record

Here we
here we here we go, here we here we go

Can I can I can I kick a
motherfuckin flow

Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang

Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang

Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's
gonna rain

But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't
hang

Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
north

Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off

Once again, niggaz know my style, God dammit

Unless it's on the cut so
give me the mic and watch me slam it

Hard like shaquille, oh you better
kneel

When you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin

Sex when I
flex I catch wreck on the world tour

With dough in my pockets big like
the biscuits, in cb4

Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough

They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro

So don't try me, you
better walk by me

I'll do you like the first part in menace ii
society

Like cypress hill, yo, I'm insane

I'll shoot a hole in your
toe

I'll make you jump like the house of pain

Bang biggy bang biggy
bang bang

Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang

Bang biggy bang
biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..



[kane] biggie
smalls, why don't you come do it? 



[Notorious b.i.g.]

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 millionaire, 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 llello

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