When it's my last day,
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then it's my last day
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But until that day,
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you can't take away
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How they scream my name,
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how I pimp this game
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Critically acclaimed,
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until my last day
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Y'all better stand up or sit down,
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cause I'ma be here
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Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
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I'ma live it up,
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'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
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Glass house in Bel-Air that's,
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high up in the mountain
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Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
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'Til my last day,
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I'm goin hard
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And I ain't slowin up,
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'til the Heliport's in my back yard
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'Til my whole team sign they
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name on that black card
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'Til I bring New York back,
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'til I show you where I'm from
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'Til I show you how it's done,
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show you why I'm number one
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'Til my peeps is out the hood,
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'til I buy my moms a jet
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'Til I own my first island
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and cash a trillion dollar check
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'Til I'm at the top of Forbes'
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richest lookin kosher
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With my name and my picture,
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right next to Oprah
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In negotiations with
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Bill Gates and his broker
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'Til I'm with Jehovah it
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ain't over 'til it's over
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When it's my last day,
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then it's my last day
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But until that day,
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you can't take away
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How they scream my name,
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how I pimp this game
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Critically acclaimed,
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until my last day
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Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?
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The only one could stop me
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is that chick in the mirror
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I built my career on,
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blood sweat and tears
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And I'm still here,
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gettin stronger each year
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Cause what don't kill me,
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could only help build me
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I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy
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If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty
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If you was missin a spine
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you'd still have to feel me
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Some came and went but your girl is everlasting
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'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping)
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And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket
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And I'm, reunited with Big,
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like nigga what happened?
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Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion
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By now they should realize
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I'm not the average rap chick
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Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
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This is God's plan homey,
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it ain't mine
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When it's my last day,
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then it's my last day
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But until that day,
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you can't take away
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How they scream my name,
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how I pimp this game
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Critically acclaimed,
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until my last day
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Until my heartbeat stops,
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my flesh goes numb
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And the last breath leaves my lung,
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I'll be The big Q.B.,
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the problem in Prada
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The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
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I been hated on many times,
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adored and idolized
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Check your stats, I'm all that,
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bottom line
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It's all there in black and white,
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read it and weep
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I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street
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Cause when it's all said
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and done and at the end of the day
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My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
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Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
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So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
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So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics
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I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
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Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome
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I'm the ghost of Big so you could
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never get rid of me
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When it's my last day,
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then it's my last day
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But until that day,
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you can't take away
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How they scream my name,
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how I pimp this game
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Critically acclaimed,
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until my last day
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Last Day
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| Lil` Kim |
