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Verse 1
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It has been, it has
been, it has been, it has been
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It has been said, that there
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has been known to be bloodshed
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Over
bread,
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men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs,
dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect,
street cred, yeah
It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself
goin' out as a hero
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Picture mural pictures of us painted
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all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us,
while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many
piggybacked off of
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Biggie's back and Pac's, landmarks,
history in rap
Statistically in fact, it's so
sad to see us re- enact
which lead us back
To where we left off on March
9th
To come from such hard knock lives
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And make it up
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out of 'em, hit the spotlights
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And once they're on us this is our lives
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Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
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To see who can last the longest
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And he who lasts the longest, must
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In this concrete jungle,
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where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated from
cats who starvin'
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Or it could just be somebody's horror,
that just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the sizes
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In his entourage that intimidates the people
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To the point that you
know he's gangster
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He ain't just say shit, you
Verse 2
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Since B.I.G. taught us
niggas to think big
I've been about my business since
then, so anxious
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it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills
through my skin
Vicious, I'm experiencin'
the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie
to write these poems
Rollin',
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goin' through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so there's
no limit in them skies
When "Ready to Die" was
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plottin' to pop my mind
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Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd
so many times rewind
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Got me to walk a straight line and get
up on my grind
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Get up out the system,
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who could give him better signs
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No pop of mine could top Big
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Poppa rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular,
huh?
That's the inspiration I got
Verse 3
from my nigga B.I
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I took him from coal to diamond,
I molded his mind
Enter the most phenomenal artist
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I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
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Backpackers and press
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who said my house was a mess
said I made a fortune off of his passin'
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All I did was build a dyn
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asty off of his passion
And I'm addressin' the
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adolescents absent to who he is
The original king
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of New York, Christopher Wallace
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This is a promise on Diddy's honor,
I'ma father T'Yanna
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And teach her that with all
the drama don't even bother
On repeat,
all of your albums play back to back
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And I visit your grave 'cause our friend
extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my
heart, I'm yellin' "God bless"
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Regardless to critics yellin' that East,
West
I'm just pressin' the reset
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And when the resurrections
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of you shines through an individual
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Lyrical enough to wear the same crown
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I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's
finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem,
it'll be instant stardom, nigga
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