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