Notorious BIG: I got seven mac-11's, about eight, .38's Nine 9's, ten mac-10's, the shits never end 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 Hah, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread Lil' 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 emcees the runs drippin; When I throw my clip in the a.k., I slay from far away Everybody hit the d-e-c-k My slow flows remarkable Peace to matteo Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the llello That's crazy blunts, mad l's My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
2Pac: Now i was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil Take this gang bang shit, to a whole nother level Can you feel me now? Armies in every city Definition of power, players are you with me? See the war is the profecy, survival is the strategy Rest in peace to my comrades that deceased (Busta Rhymes: Notorious B.I.G) Recognize these streets in time Youll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound This fo the brothers in penetentiaries jailed down I got you in my heart till tha day i die Think of tha damage we can do, if we bustin high Can you picture me low? Its a thugs raft Political contracts and blood baths From Matulu Shakur, been to Rikers Though they got you, I never let them stop me The struggle continues