(feat. Clipse)
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[Diddy]
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Its Bad Boy bitch
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Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
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Let's go
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[Biggie]
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Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
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Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
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Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
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Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
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Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
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Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
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Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
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Muah!, may you rest in peace
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With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
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Four-four, and fifty-four draw
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As my pilot, steers my Leer
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Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
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Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
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The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
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So don't you get suspicious
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I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
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As I leave my competition, respirator style
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Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
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Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
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Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all)
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I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)
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You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)
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[Biggie (chorus)]
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Do you know where your going to
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Just a memory...everybody dying
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When I throw my clip in the AK
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May you rest in peace
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You're nobody 'till somebody kills you
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Do you know where your goin to
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Just a memory...so you better pack a pistol
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Everybody dying, death controls y'all
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You're nobody till somebody kills you
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[Pusha T]
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Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
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My back don't bend, see papi is my kinfolk
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Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
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Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
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Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
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Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
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Admire the verses, they're inspired by the hearses
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That carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursing
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Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
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Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
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The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
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And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!)
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On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping
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You thought all the floss had me slipping?
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Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
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Lead give permanent concussion, you're nothing
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[chorus]
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[Malice]
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Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
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On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
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A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
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Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
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Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop
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Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
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I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
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Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
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Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
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And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
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Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
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Because Im a provider as long as I am able
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This here hughe the most foolish of blues
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When I tell my mom the price
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She damn near sent me to my room
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It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
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You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh
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[chorus]
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[Diddy]
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Biggie Duets...
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Born Again...
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Life After Death...
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Legacy lives on..and on, and on
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These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
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shit you ain't even here..
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Motherfuckers better step their game up..
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Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
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Motherfuckers...
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Just A Memory
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| Notorious B.I.G. |
