[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 millionare, 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      [kane] yeah! come in now man   Now I wanna see what my man shyheim gonna do with it      [shyheim]   Yo, this goes out to everybody from staten island   {*ah mister cee, and you don't stop*}   Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to god   I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard   A born terror, a rebel without a pause   I never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?    I walk the streets at night with my head down   In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down   So they get a glock and lick shots to get props   And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop   An old man got shot in the parkin lot   In front of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren   And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then tried to slide   And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide   And this happens everyday around my way   So I pray that I can live another day      [kane] this how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try this   [shy] staten island in the motherfuckin house   Whassup wu-tang clan in here or what?       [kane]   Hold up cee..      Now what's the bullshit niggaz been saying   Dont try to act like martin now with that "i was just playin!"   No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on   Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone   Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me   Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy   I only know one nigga that can come next to me   No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow   A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me   Like they did, whittaker when he fought chavez   Cause when it comes to goin against kane rappin   That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin   Non resistable, non compatible   I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible   And let's just get one more thing understood   If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good