Just a memory

Just a memory Lyrics

[P. Diddy]
Its Bad Boy, b**ch.
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
sh*t'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 motherf**kers still can't see you BIG
sh*t you ain't even here.. HA!
Motherf**kers better step their game up..
Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
Motherf**kers...