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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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It Has Been Said
Lyricist:Sean Puffy Combs, Bill Conti, Jay Hawkins, Steven Jordan, Steven Lee King, Chris E. Martin, Marshall B Mathers Iii, Jason Phillips, Luis Edgardo Resto, Trevor Smith, Obie (iii) Trice, Christopher Wallace, Leroy V Watson
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been
It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah
It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many Biggie backed off of Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the longest
And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin' Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entourage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
Since B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big I'm been about my business since then, so anxious It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, I'm experiencin' the same sights as him Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rollin', goin' through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies
'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better signs? No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So, possibly I'd be popular, huh? That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.
I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press, who said my house was a mess
Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin' All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion And I'm addressin' the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama, don't even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin', 'God bless' Regardless to critics yellin' that East, West I seen the game losin', I'm just pressin' the reset
And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest Whether it's Queens or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom, nigga
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