The Notorious B.I.G. — 1995 Westwood Freestyle Me & Craig

[Craig Mack] Flip funk in the UK Pass the ill fill And I can feel all the Flava Kicking from the UA- US neighbour Kick all the Flava Do the Mack do, what you wanna do, you savour This step is called the BRU to the T Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down Mack is inside your town Busting lyrics tourture like the missiles slow you down Sup with B.I.G? Pass the microphone to you so I can take a puff [The Notorious B.I.G] Who throw gats to Guiliani? Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me, die G Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out the tip of his dick Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit Spit clips, niggas split like bananas Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach I strangle each Negro for they dough Niggas get to bendin', got two cases, one pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin' In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha The menage-a-trois is at my crib Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's Windows cracked, so sit back relax Craig, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash [Craig Mack] Well, BANG! let's kick it off like a butt More fakes than Allen front to leave you lost like a treasure hunt From now on, y'all crossed the land Craig Mack's the upper hand with more rhymes than the beach got sand You're an MC, yo my original job is that mistaken raps'll guarantee you look like a slob I got more rhymes than kids got the measles You shooting needles, we are bigger than The Beatles I crush , hush with the Super Sunday rush We're trotting to the cot cause your style turns back to mush I flip out the funk off the frame Now you know my name- Mackalicious, ain't you got a king? Before 10:00 Westwood, I'm no good Shaking from here to back to Breckwood On One FM rap show, the illest flow that you ever heard on your radio Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man, take the microphone and kick the wicked like a man [The Notorious B.I.G] I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE! Forget the dames, gimme the range and the wain My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls Blindfold you when you step in the car That's the superstar status apparatus, more wings than clutches Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine Lick off the wine as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie So I crush MC's, the guacamole making Robin scream "Holy Molly!" Big Poppa, off the caper, I'm that paper crusader Playing Sega in a widebody blazer And if you don't know now you know My flow you pick like an afro Wet like Soul Glo ...Uh, you don't stop... [Notorious B.I.G] Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you, blood will spill too Did I say thank you? I grant you Three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines, see what I see? I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior M.A.F.I.A blaster Rugers on the hips, bought coke to fill chips More burners to fill clips, check it... Putting coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega Streetfighter 2 I'm inviting you, get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes I'll get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in a 600 Benz Ask your friends who's the illest Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us [Craig Mack] I get ill... It's time for a funk refill of rhymes that I kill as I shoot 'em in the grill MC's, I'm not impressed Your best don't just throw your chest Where's the bullet proof or the wool vest, won't matter Your chest will shatter On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder MC's now feel funktified They tried but now they died [The Notorious B.I.G] Biggie bring big bowls of beef Backing bitch niggas down burners bring bundles of belief Common thief slash drug chief, syndicated Went from 10k to 24k, competition hated, J.M. sedated Quarantine Big for president, busting shots past your spleen 9 millimeter dreams, Mac 11 nightmares Which MC's do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A, nuff said Niggas disrespect just I dead [Craig Mack] Just I dead MC's will turn red from the shot I lick, Ceaser sick Too much shagging, too much drinking, too much thinking MC's are blinking the third eye when I pass by Mackalicious got the sweet potato fried for you motherfucker, I... touch the microphone I do or die, make the hardest motherfucker cry when a MC pass by I flip rhymes off the top of my head just like Raid I spray MC's until they dead A vocal volcanic microphone, robotic tonic atonic The microphone is mine so MC's panic I get down for my ground You could see I met James Brown in your town Flipping funk on a Friday on my malware In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway, driveway Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe Ill bend flows when I go... From flow to top ten... to dough... Flow ill flow, Badboy down said so So Biggie Smalls my man, take command Turn each MC you see into sand (Change of beat) [Craig Mack] I stretch the funk like my name was Plastic Man Eating MC's out the can in my hip-hop wonderland I got the venom like the snake's got the venom, I put it in 'em Faces turn bluer than my denim But don't look down though my name is David Banner Flipping green on the mic cause they can't control my gamma So stop hogging us, Mack's the erogenous So rap full grown, see us the acrogynous There ain't a rapper liver than the rebel My voice don't carry treble, eat MC's like a vegetable Crack a few stepping on the pedal Heavy off the medal, life's stronger waiting for the sun to settle King MC, for that I thank the LORD Ill vocal chords sometimes you get the style bored As we break it down, Biggie Smalls represent Brooklyn your hometown (Change of Beat) [The Notorious B.I.G] Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benzito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets 6 up in your wig-piece, nigga decease Mxwaah! May you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours .44 and 54 draws As my pilot, steers my Lear- yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big dangerous you're just a little vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (Change of beat) [The Notorious B.I.G] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada Fuck Poppa, you got to call me Francis M.H. White Intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low, keep firing Keep extra clips for extra shit Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap The most shady, Frankie baby Ain't no telling where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something You should know my steelo Went from 10 G's for blow to 30 G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before So, Jesus, get off the Notorious' Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it With the chrome and metal shit Make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure