[ 1 ] [ Eminem ]
It has been said, that there has been known to be blood Over bread, men who have bled to death, Strapped to beds, bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, cred, yeah It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the tried to warn us So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's and Pac's Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, lead us back To we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes And make it out of the to hit the spotlights Once the artist, this is our out for all eyes And he who the longest must be the strongest In this jungle Where this dog eat dog mentality comes This origin, which is usually from cats are starving Or it just be somebodys aura that just horrifies And applies to his persona or the sizes in his That intimidates the to the point You know that he's gangster, he gotta say shit you just believe it
[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]
Since Big taught us niggas to big I'm been my business since then so it aint Cheers It aint how we live, it's he said he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent through my skin Vicious, I've experienced in the same as him It's excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same he spoken up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a part of my life that .45, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so times Rewind Got me to walk a line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him signs? No pop of mine could top Big rhymes So I'd be popular huh? That's the inspiration I got from my P.I
[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]
I a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter The most artist of any and all time I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a lash, said I made a fortune of his past an' All is did was build a dynasty off of his And I'm addressing the adolesence to who he is The original king of New York Christopher This is a on Diddy's honor I'm a father to ya'll and ya with all the drama even bother, or repeat All of your albums play to back And I visit your grave our friendships intact An concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God Regardless to critics that 'east-west' I seen the game loosing, I'm pressing the reset the ressurection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns I'ma pay homage, brooklyns Wether it's Queens or it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!