feat. Diddy, Eminem & Obie Trice[Eminem]It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshedOver bread, men who have bled to death, deadStrapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, leadMoney, power, respect, street cred, yeahIt's scary ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a heroPicture mural pictures of us painted all over street cornersFans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coronersNotorious tried to warn usWe watched, so many piggybacked off ofBiggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rapStatistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enactThese tragic events, which lead us backTo where we left off on March 9thTo come from such hard knock livesAnd make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlightsAnd, once they're on us this is our livesThrust out for all eyes to cast upon usTo see who can last the longestAnd he who lasts the longest, must be the strongestIn this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes fromIt's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvingOr it could just be somebody's horror, that just horri-fiesAnd applies to his persona or the sizesIn his entou-rage, that intimidates the peopleTo the point that you know that he's gangsterHe ain't just say shit, you just believe it[Obie Trice]Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think bigI'm been about my business since then, so anxiousIt ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for BrooklynThis I took in, sent chills through my skinVicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as himIt's what excited Obie to write these poemsRolling, going through the same shit he spokenOpen up my eyes so there's no limit in them skiesWhen Ready to Die was a sick part of my lifePalming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mindThen that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewindGot me to walk a straight line and get up on my grindGet up out the system, who could give him better signsNo pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymesSo possibly I'd be popular, huh?That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I[Diddy]I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mindEnter the most phenomenal artist of any and all timeI made a Frankenstein, my design impressedBackpackers and press who said my house was a messCritics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passingAll I did was build a dynasty, off of his passionAnd I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he isThe original king of New York, Christopher WallaceThis is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'YannaAnd teach her that with all the drama don't even botherOn repeat, all of your albums play back to backAnd I visit your grave cause our friendship's intactAn immaculate concept, extravagant progressBullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless"Regardless to critics yelling that East/WestI seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the resetAnd when the resurrection of you shines through an individualLyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literallyI'mma pay homage, Brooklyn's finestWhether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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