One fucking night, downtown, 2 forces collide/
We got New York's finest, and L.A's toughest on either side/
East comin strong wit Biggie, Diddy and Nas/
Or will they get washed away by Pac, Snoop and Dre/
Nas spits in the mic with that lyrical poet kinda style/
But then Snoop grab the mic and add some of dem jin and juice lines/
Round 2 Diddy and Dre fighting, cuz none of dem wanna be tha loser/
the foundation crumbling before the 2 greatest entrepenuers/
Diddy the man that brought up, Mary J, Busta, Mase and Big/
but then again, Dre founded 50, Snoop and Eminem/
But then tha music stop, and the two lyrical monsters exit tha cage/
dust themselves off, grab a mic and hit tha stage/
The beat begins, Pac starts out with a line that makes dem niggas scream/
one nigga yells "Pac just shit it on B.I.G"/
2Pac's like" Big you fuckin' died like me, without no say"/
"At least Snoop and Dre don't do hit singles wit B2K"/
Diddy's head falls in shame, 2Pac regains fame/
The beat stops and niggas screamin' out 2Pac's name/
Biggie grabs the mic and silences the crowd/
Big's voice hit the speakers, make it blarring out loud/
Biggie's voice getting backed up by tha Junior Mafia/
They screamin' out loud, "2Pac, Who shot ya, who shot ya"/
Biggie finishes his rhyme, and niggas like" Big made his mark"/
But some niggas votes went to Big and other votes went to Pac/
And i'm just sittin here, and on this fuckin' site i'm rappin/
wishin' dat none of dem niggas died, an' dat shit never happened/
And it coulda been avoided if niggas never started beef and ish'/
And to think intelligent emcees died cause' of sumthing childish/