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