lirik lagu the notorious b.i.g. - just a memory
[intro: diddy]
its bad boy b-tch
scram jones… the clipse… b.i.g
let’s go
[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
n-ggas in my faction don’t like asking questions
strictly gun testing, c0ke measuring
giving pleasure in the benz-ito
hitting f-nny, spendin chips at manny’s
hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
run up in your crib, wrap you in your polo sheets
six up in your wig piece, n-gga decease
muah!, may you rest in peace
with my sycamore style, more sicker than yours
four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my leer
yes my dear sh-t’s official, only the feds i fear
here’s a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
the kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
so don’t you get suspicious
i’m big dangerous you’re just a likkle vicious
as i leave my compet-tion, respirator style
climb the ladder to success, escalator style
hold y’all breath, i told y’all, death controls y’all
big don’t fold y’all, (big don’t fold y’all)
i spit phrases that’ll thrill you, (thrill you)
you’re n0body till somebody k!lls you (i don’t wanna die)
[hook: the notorious b.i.g.]
do you know where you’re going to
just a memory…everybody dying
when i throw my clip in the ak
may you rest in peace
your n0body till somebody k!lls you
do you know where you’re goin to
just a memory…so you better pack a pistol
everybody dying, death controls y’all
you’re n0body till somebody k!lls you
[verse 2: pusha t]
label limbo, i treat it like the wind blows
my back don’t bend, see papi is my kenfolk
spin out the work, as if it’s on a ten spoke
soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
trust me they can’t touch p, in one touchie
turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
admire the verses, their inspired by the he-rs-s
that carried my n-ggas, and had the church mothers cursing
imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
of a n-gga who still play in the snow like santa
the wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
and the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma’s b-ttons, (yes!)
on the flipside, the steel i’m gripping
you thought all the floss had me slipping?
think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
lead give permanent concussion, you’re nothing
[hook]
[verse 3: malice]
ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
on the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
a mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
bentley coupe another short of the arnage
even as a youth i was loitering the stoop
underneath the nose, and the feds had no clue
i was pushing keys in a v with no roof
rich, black, two big guns and no coof
things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
and that pretty much leave malice at the table
or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
because i’m a provider as long as i am able
this here hughe the most foolish of blues
when i tell my mom the price
she d-mn near sent me to my room
it’s the m-a-l-i-c-i-o-u-s
you don’t wanna try n-gga, you next uhh
[hook]
[outro: diddy]
biggie duets…
born again…
life after death…
legacy lives on..and on, and on
these motherf-ckers still can’t see you big
sh-t you ain’t even here..
motherf-ckers better step their game up..
greatest of all time, greatest of all time!
motherf-ckers…
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