[Puff Daddy]
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Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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I will fear no evil -- for you are with me
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Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
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You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
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You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
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Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life
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And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
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Strictly gun testin, coke measurin
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Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
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Hittin 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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MWA, 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, yes my dear
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Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
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Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
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The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
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So don't you get suspicious
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I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil 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
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controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
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I spit phrases that'll thrill you
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You're nobody til somebody kills you
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*chorus*
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You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
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(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
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You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
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(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
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Uhh, uhh
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Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
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Ask Nino, he know
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Green with envy, the green tempts me
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to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
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Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
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live happily, ever after in laughter
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Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
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And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
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Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do
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but tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed
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Incidents like this I take trips
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Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
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Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
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Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore
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Told me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin
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buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
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Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
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Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal
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til they piss the shit, uhh
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Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
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Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
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Reminesce on dead friends too
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You're nobody til somebody kills you
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*chorus* 2X
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Uhh, uhh
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You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
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Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
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You ain't worth spit, just a memory
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Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that)
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Silly cat, all suede in the rain
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Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
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before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
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I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you mean that kid
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that nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
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Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
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A fuckin shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
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Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?
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*chorus* 2X (fades)
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You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)
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Notorious B.I.G |