作词 : Stevie J./Notorious B.I.G./Sean "Puffy" Combs/Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin/William Conti/Marshall Mathers/Jason Phillips/Leroy Watson/Obie Trice III/Trevor G Smith Jr 作曲 : Stevie J./Notorious B.I.G./Sean "Puffy" Combs/Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin/William Conti/Marshall Mathers/Jason Phillips/Leroy Watson/Obie Trice III/Trevor G Smith Jr 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 going 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 them, 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 starving
Or it could just be somebody's horror, That just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entou-rage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say ****, you just believe it Since B.I.B. taught us ****** 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 It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same **** 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 ***** 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 addressing the adolesencents 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 losing, I'm just pressing the reset
And when the ressurection 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, *****!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Stevie J./Notorious B.I.G./Sean "Puffy" Combs/Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin/William Conti/Marshall Mathers/Jason Phillips/Leroy Watson/Obie Trice III/Trevor G Smith Jr [00:01.000] 作曲 : Stevie J./Notorious B.I.G./Sean "Puffy" Combs/Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin/William Conti/Marshall Mathers/Jason Phillips/Leroy Watson/Obie Trice III/Trevor G Smith Jr [00:02.43]It has been, it has been, it has been [00:04.35] [00:05.29]It has been said, [00:06.39]That there has been known to be bloodshed [00:08.54]Over bread, [00:09.33]Men who have bled to death, dead [00:11.57]Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, [00:14.54]Lead money power respect, street cred, yeah [00:17.26]It's scary ain't it? [00:18.42]Picture yourself going out as a hero [00:20.49]Picture mural pictures of us painted [00:22.39]All over street corners [00:23.66]Fans meet to mourn us, [00:25.23]While we meet the coroners [00:26.52]Notorious tried to warn us [00:28.56]We watched, [00:29.33]So many Biggie backed off of [00:30.80]Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap [00:34.62]Statistically in fact; [00:36.08]It's so sad to see us re-enact [00:38.13]These tragic events, which lead us back [00:40.34]To where we left off on March 9th [00:42.14]To come from such hard knock lifes [00:43.67]And make it up out of them, hit the spotlights [00:46.13]And, once they're on us this is our lives [00:48.21]Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us [00:50.04]To see who can last the longest [00:51.58]And he who lasts the longest, [00:53.03]Must be the strongest [00:53.82] [00:54.63]In this concrete jungle, [00:55.78]Where this dog eat dog mentality comes from [00:58.23]It's origin, [00:59.04]Which is usually originated from cats who starving [01:01.44] [01:02.22]Or it could just be somebody's horror, [01:04.15]That just horri-fies [01:05.71]And applies to his persona or the sizes [01:08.02]In his entou-rage, that intimidates the people [01:10.90]To the point that you know that he's gangster [01:13.07]He ain't just say ****, you just believe it [01:14.79]Since B.I.B. taught us ****** to think big [01:16.99]I'm been about my business since then, [01:18.48]So anxious [01:19.19]It ain't how we live, [01:20.41]It's what he said, [01:21.31]He did it for Brooklyn [01:22.81]This I took in, sent chills through my skin [01:25.34]Vicious, I'm experiencin the same sights as him [01:28.31]It's what excited Obie to write these poems [01:30.56] [01:31.49]Rolling, going through the same **** he spoken [01:34.50]Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies [01:36.97]When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life [01:39.28] [01:39.80]Palmin that forty-five, plottin to pop my mind [01:42.55]Then that crooked eye Jamaican [01:43.79]I'd so many times rewind [01:44.65] [01:45.49]Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind [01:48.35]Get up out the system, [01:49.79]Who could give him better signs [01:51.43]No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes [01:53.51] [01:54.30]So possibly I'd be popular huh? [01:56.34] [01:57.11]That's the inspiration I got from my ***** B.I. [01:59.35]I took him from coal to diamond, [02:01.11]I molded his mind [02:02.09]Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time [02:04.69] [02:05.68]I made a Frankenstein, [02:06.90]My design impressed [02:07.78] [02:08.29]Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess [02:11.13]Critics lashed, [02:11.78]Said I made a fortune off of his passin [02:13.97]All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion [02:16.79]And I'm addressing the adolesencents absent to who he is [02:19.67]The original king of New York, [02:21.21]Christopher Wallace [02:21.83]This is a promise on Diddy's honor, [02:23.91]I'm a father T'Yanna [02:24.88] [02:25.53]And teach her that with all the drama [02:27.20]Don't even bother [02:28.14]On repeat, all of your albums play back to back [02:31.17]And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact [02:33.97]An immaculate concept, extravagant progress [02:36.49] [02:37.07]Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin "God bless" [02:40.01]Regardless to critics yellin that East/West [02:41.59] [02:42.28]I seen the game losing, [02:43.70]I'm just pressing the reset [02:44.68] [02:45.24]And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual [02:47.80] [02:48.45]Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally! [02:51.51]I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest [02:53.28] [02:53.84]Whether it's Queens or Harlem [02:55.42]It'll be instant stardom, *****!
