(feat. P. Diddy, Eminem, Obie Trice)
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[Eminem + {B.I.G.}]
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Ih.. ih, ih (it has been)
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It has been, it has been, it has been
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It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed
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Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?}
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Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
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Money power respect, street cred, yeah
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It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh}
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Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
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Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
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Notorious tried to warn us
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We've ride so many piggybacks off of {ha ha ha}
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Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
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Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact
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these tragic events, which lead us back
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To where we left off on March 9th
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To come from such hard knock lifes
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And make it up 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 be the strongest {uh-huh}
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In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
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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 horri-fies
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And applies to his persona or the sizes
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in his entou-rage, that intimidates the people
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To the point that you know that he's gangster
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He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
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[Obie Trice + {B.I.G.}]
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Since B.I.B. taught us niggaz to think big
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I'm been about my business since then, so anxious {what?}
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It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
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This I took in, sent chills through my skin
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Vicious, I'm experiencin the same sights as him
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It's what excited Obie to write these poems
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Rollin, goin through the same shit he spoken
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Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies
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When _Ready to Die_ was a sick part of my life {yeah}
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Palmin that forty-five, 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, who could give him better signs
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No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
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So possibly I'd be popular huh? {uh-huh}
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That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.
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[Diddy + {B.I.G.}]
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I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
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Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
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I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
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Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
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Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin {what?}
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All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion
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And I'm addressin the adolesencents absent to who he is
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The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace...
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This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
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And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother...
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On repeat, all of your albums play back to back {yeah}
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And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact
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An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
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Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin "God bless"
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Regardless to critics yellin that East/West
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I seen the game losin, I'm just pressin the reset {uhh}
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And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual
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Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally!
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I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
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Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga!
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It Has Been Said
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| Notorious B.I.G. |
