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Lyrics

Intro: Eazy-E

Uh, yeah, that's right, mothafuckas

Eazy-Muthaphuckkin-E back in the buildin'

And I brought the Notorious one with me

Boy, you should have known by now

Verse 1: Eazy-E

Cruisin' down the strip in a '64 drop

Calico on the seat and I never stop

Slanging rocks since the Reagan era

Now I'm moving Maybachs and stacking the guap

Poppa, you should have known by now I'm the godfather

Straight from the CPT, never been a fraud or a bother

Talk slick and I'll put one in your ass

Clucker on the corner, I'm the one that they gasp

Muthaphuckkin' G till the day that I'm gone

Rollin' with Biggie, yeah, we carry the throne

Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, check it, son

They said I was gone but I never left

Still the calico king with the mack in the chest

Sheek with the movement, slick with the words

Lyrical lunatic, watch how I merge

Mad real with the game, mad rich with the cream

Poppa in his prime, still living the dream

Brioni on my frame, Loro Piana threads

Black and ugly as ever but I'm eatin' off bread

Fuck all y'all who doubted the legacy

Biggie in the flesh, I'm the new OG

Lucre flowing like the East River at night

Infiniti custom, the headlights ignite

Verse 3: Eazy-E

Yo Big, pass the mic, let me show 'em how it's done

Eazy-Duz-It from the jump, never second to none

Gankin' zone in my borough, they know the name

Hit 'em with the heat, leave 'em stumblin' in flames

Hoes talk shit but they know I'm the captain

Packing the gun when I step, that's a habit

Sucker try to creep, I'm peeling his cap

Compton raised me, nigga, I never look back

Real G till the casket, that's word to my mutha

East side to the West, ain't no other

Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, uhh, yeah, let me paint you a picture, pa

Check the cadence, the flow, I'm a lyrical fixture

Nigga tried to test the poppa, now he missing

That's the consequence when you play with a legend

Sheek with the narrative, cinematic delivery

Put a four-finger grip on the mic, that's the synergy

Mad clout in the city, they bow when I walk

Whohoter than Big? Nah, son, just talk

Traded the Lex Coupe for a silent electric

Still the smooth criminal, that's the aesthetic

Cream cascading, the empire expanding

Brooklyn to the Bay, we the ones commanding

Verse 5: Eazy-E

Big, you a monster, I respect the craft

But Eazy still the realist, don't you do the math

Cruisin' on the boulevard, system thumpin' low

Two legends on one track, that's a hell of a show

Nigga talkin' wild, I'm the muzzle loader

One call to the set, they rollin' down the shoulder

Never leave the pad without the nine in the waist

That's the code of the Compton, keep it real in your face

Muthaphuckkin' E, since eighty-eight I been the menace

Now I'm back with the giant, yeah, we switchin' the tennis

Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.

Check it, pa, this the last one so I'm givin' it all

Every syllable lethal, watch a nigga stand tall

Rhyme scheme complicated, they can't follow the path

I'm the arkuhtect of bars, they just living in the math

Uhh, Biggie Smalls on the track with the O.G

Two kings of the culture, yeah, you know that's me

Fuck all y'all, I said it, and I meant every word

Black and ugly as ever but my spirit's absurd

Lucre, loot, cream, call it what you want son

Biggie still the greatest, and now the work's done

Verse 7: Eazy-E

Ayo Big, that was murder, I ain't gon' front

Eazy-Muthaphuckkin-E still holdin' the blunt

From the Ruthless days to the forefront of rap

Two legends in the booth, that's a certified fact

Suckers in the rearview, we ain't stoppin' the pace

CPT to BK, young niggas know the face

And if a sucker talk shit, we gon' handle the biz

Eazy and Biggie, nigga, that's the way it is

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