[ Verse 1 ] [ ]
It has been said, that has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite Money, power, respect, street cred, It's scary it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over corners Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to us So piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact so sad to see us re-enact These events, which lead us back To where we left of March 9th to come such hard knock lifes And it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights Once the artist, is our lives out for all eyes And he who lasts the must be the strongest In concrete jungle Where this dog eat dog mentality from origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving Or it could just be aura that just horrifies And to his persona or the sizes in his entourage That the people to the point You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just it
[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]
Big taught us niggas to think big I'm been about my business since so it aint Cheers It aint how we live, it's what he said he did it for This I took in, sent chills my skin Vicious, I've experienced in the same as him It's what excited Obie to write these Rolling, going through the shit he spoken Open up my eyes no limit in them skies Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, to pop my mind that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my Get up out the system, who could give him better No pop of mine top Big Poppas rhymes So possibly I'd be popular That's the inspiration I got my nigga P.I
[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]
I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter The phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a Critics lash, I made a fortune of his past an' All is did was a dynasty off of his passion And I'm addressing the adolesence to who he is The original king of New York Christopher is a promise on Diddy's honor I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya all the drama Don't even bother, or All of your albums play to back And I visit your grave cause our friendships An concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds in my heart, I'm yelling God bless Regardless to yelling that 'east-west' I seen the loosing, I'm just pressing the reset When the ressurection of you shines through an Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns I'ma pay homage, brooklyns Wether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be stardom, ni99a!