Intro: Biggie
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Uhh, check it out, uhh
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*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
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Fuck all that pretty shit
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Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
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Niggaz know the deal
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Niggaz know who the Don is
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Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
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Peep game, uhh, what, what
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Verse One: Puff Daddy
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Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
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Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
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We built them radars to stay free from the cops
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Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
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Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
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Your squad arti-choke
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Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
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Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
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Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
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Through hard work I earn the vault
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Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
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Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
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Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
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Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
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When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
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When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
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Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
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Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
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That's what I did, now they all askin for hits
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Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
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We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own
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Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
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Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
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Why niggaz bring the ruckus?
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Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
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Chorus:
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Just some ghetto boys
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Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
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And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
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It's just reality
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Verse Two: Jay-Z
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Yeah, make you a deal, check
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These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
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I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
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So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
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Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
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I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
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Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
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Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome
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Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing
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Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
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Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
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In the physical, one seems, like a lost body
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In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
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But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
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to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
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I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
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Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
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Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
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Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born
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Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
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So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
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You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it
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Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
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Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
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Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)
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I hated algebra but I loved to multiply
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And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
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It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
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Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
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Damn it feel good to see people up on it
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Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
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My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
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GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
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than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me
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If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
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My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
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High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
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in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci
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Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
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Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent
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Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
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And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
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I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
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While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny
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| and Cyru |
