You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)

[Puff Daddy]Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI will fear no evil -- for you are with meYour rod and your staff, they comfort meYou prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemiesYou annoint my head with oil, my cup overflowsSurely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my lifeAnd I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever[Notorious B.I.G.]Niggaz in my faction so black askin questionsStrictly gun testin, coke measurinGivin pleasure in the Benz-itoHittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny'sHope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like kitesRun up in your crib, wrap you up in your pillow sheetsSix up in your wig piece, nigga deceaseMWA, may you rest in peaceWith my Sycamore style, more sicker than yoursFour-four, and if they fall drawThere's my pilot, he steals my liv, gets my divShit's official, only, the Feds I fearHere's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryinThe kids to Don, everybody buyin -- no lyinSo don't you get suspiciousI'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil ViciousAs I leave my competition, with sporated styleClimb the ladder to success escalator styleHold y'all breath, I told y'all -- deathcontrols y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhhI spit phrases that'll thrill youYou're nobody til somebody kills you[chorus]You're nobody, til somebody, kills you(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)You're nobody, til somebody, kills you(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)Uhh, uhhWatch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky TarantinoAsk Nino, he knowGreen with envy, the green tempts meto make the richest enemy, and take their cheeseTake their spots, take their keys, make my facultylive happily, ever after in laughterHah, never seen Cristal pour fasterAnd to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze leadThree of mine dead, nuttin left to dobut tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshedIncidents like this I take tripsLay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tourPush a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galoreTold me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppinbuy me lavender and fuschia GatorsIntroduce me to playa haters and heavy weightersRich bitch shit, drinkin Cristaltil they piss the shit, uhhThorough bitches, death to any borough bitchesBe in spots where they were no bitches, you feel meReminesce on dead friends tooYou're nobody til somebody kills you[chorus 2X]Uhh, uhhYou can be the shit, flash the fattest fiveHave the biggest dick, but when your shell get hitYou ain't worth spit, just a memoryRemember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that)Silly cat, more sway than the rainSways with the G'n game, had the country framedbefore Dana Dane, thought he ran with KaneI can't recall his name, wasn't he that kidthat nearly lost half his brain over two grams of cocaine?Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead CorainneA puff of shame, dude's the lame, what's his name?Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?[chorus 2X (fades)]

Sky's The Limit

"Sky's The Limit"(feat. 112)[Notorious B.I.G.]Good evenin ladies and gentlemenHow's everybody doin tonite?I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, haI like this young man, because, when he came outhe came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classyHa, I like thatSo everybody in the house, give a warm, round of applause forThe Notorious B.I.G. *clapping*The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen give it up for him ya'llUhhhA nigga never been as broke as me, I like thatWhen I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides thatThe pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)The one I wore on Mondays and WednesdaysWhile niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirtand alligatorsYa wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya laterHere come the drama, oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow!Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya placePlay ya position, here come my intuitionGo in this nigga pocketRob him while his friends watchinThat hoes clockin, here comes respectHis crew's your crew, or they might be nextLook at they man eye, BIG man they never trySo we roll wid em, stole wid emI mean loyalty, niggaz bought me milks at lunchThe milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunchIn here, eyes crossed from blue and white dustPass the blunt[112]Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, pressin what you wantSky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want[Notorious B.I.G.]Uh-huh, I was a shame, my crew was lameI have enough heart for most of emLong as I got stuff from most of emIt's on, even when I was wrong I got my point acrossThey depicted me the boss, of courseMy orange box-cutter make the world go roundPlus I'm fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls nowStart stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packinNickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninasFrom gym class, to Englass, pass off a globalThe only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like TotalGettin larger in waist and tasteAin't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in caseKeep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear da spaceYa brain was a terrible thing ta wasteEighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name platesSmokin spliffs wit niggaz, real life beginner killersPrayin God forgive us for being sinners, help us out[112]Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, pressin what you wantSky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want[Notorious B.I.G.]After realizin, to master enterprisinI ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was inBegan to encounter, wit my counter-partsI holla burn the block apart, break it down into sectionsDrugs by the selectionSome use pipes, others use in-jec-tionsSyringe sold seperately, Frank the deputyQuick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missinTo protect my position, my corner, my layerWhile we out here, say the hustlas prayerIf the game shakes me or breaks meI hope it makes me a better manTake a better standPut money in my moms handGet my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no manStay far from timidOnly make moves when ya heart's in itAnd live the phrase Sky's The LimitMotherfucker... see you chumps on top[112]Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you wantSky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, pressin what you wantSky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you wantSky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you want...Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onJust keep on pressin onSky is the limit and you know that you can havewhat you want, be what you want...

Playa Hater

Good eveningAnd for my last hitI'd like to take you back to the classicA-hem, B.I.G. style of courseUhh[singing]Playaahh, turn your head roundLay on the ground, you've been robbedWake up, open the doorLay on the floor, you've been robbedUhhYou know, we need this moneyAnd you, yes baby, you, should just roll with meLet's go off, togetherOn this robbin spree, we'll make moneyUhhPlayaahh, turn your head roundTake off that crown, you've been robbedWake up, open the doorDon't cry no more, you've been robbedYou see, there are two kind of people in the world todayWe have, the playaz, and we have, the playa hatersPlease don't hate me because I'm beautiful babyHear what they talk, about meBut my crew so deep, you can't do, a damn thing, to mePlayahh, open the doorLay on the floor, you've been robbedWake up (wake your ass up), take off your jewelsYou fuckin fools, you've been robbed (this is a robbery nigga)Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater)Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater)Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater)Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater)Uhh, thank you... thank you very much *applause*Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kindThank you, thank you very muchGood night everybody, good night!I love all of you, thank you thank youThank you, thank you very muchGood night!

Mo Money Mo Problems

"Mo Money Mo Problems"(feat. Mase, Puff Daddy)[Verse One: Mase]Now, who's hot who notTell me who rock who sell out in the storesYou tell me who flopped who copped the blue dropWho jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimpMase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limpCan't stop till I see my name on a blimpGuarantee a million sales pullin all the loveYou don't believe in Harlem World nigga double upWe don't play around it's a bet lay it downnigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me nowI'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie soundCan't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooterschooled me to the game, now I know my dutyStay humble stay low blow like HootieTrue pimp niggaz spend no dough on the bootyAnd then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie [singers come in over this last line]I don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 2X][Verse Two: Puff Daddy]Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Yknow you'd rather see me die than to see me flyI call all the shotsRip all the spots, rock all the rocksCop all the drops, I know you thinkin now'swhen all the ballin stops, nigga neverhome got a chrome one and a yachtTen years from now we'll still be on topYo, I thought I told you that we won't stopNow whatcha gonna do when it's coolbag a money much longer than yoursand a team much stronger than yours, violate methis'll be your day, we don't playMess around be D.O.A., be on your wayCause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime herefor you to shine here, deal with many womenbut treat dimes fair, and I'mbigger than the city lights down in Times SquareYeah, yeah yeahI don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 2X][Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhhB.I.G., P-O, P-P-ANo info, for the, DEAFederal agents mad cause I'm flagrantTap my cell, and the phone in the basementMy team supreme, stay cleanTriple beam lyrical dream, I be thatCat you see at all events bentGats in holsters girls on shouldersPlayboy, I told ya, bein mice to meBruise too much, I lose, too muchStep on stage the girls boo too muchI guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too muchMe lose my touch, never thatIf I did, ain't no problem to get the gatWhere the true players at?Throw your roadies in the skyWave em side to side and keep their hands highWhile I give your girl the eye, player pleaseLyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.be flossin jig on the cover of FortuneFive double oh, get the phone numberyour name, I got to know, I got to goGot the flow down phizat, platinum plusLike thizat, dangerouson trizack, leave your ass kizzackI don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 3X]What's goin on?What's goin on?I don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 3X to fade]

Long Kiss Goodnight

[CHORUS]TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIEAS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHTI make yo mouthpiece obese like delaweseWhen I release, you loose teeth like Little CeaseNigga pleaseBlood floods yo dungareesAnd that's just a half of my warpathLaugh now cry later, I rhyme greaterthan the average playa hater, and spectatorsBuy my CD twiceThey see me in the streets they be like yo he niceBut that's on the low doe'be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my showI pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothesShort-change niggassnort-cane niggasextortion came quickerBought the Range' niggaYa still tickle meI used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled meNow I play hard-like my girls nipples beThe games sour like like a pickle beYa'll know da rulesMove from BK ta New JerusThinkin bout, all the planes we flewBitches, we ran throughNow da years newI lay my game flatI want my spot back, take twoMuthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas enviousToo many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuousWhen my men bust, you just move wit such staminaSlugs missed yaI ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothingCatch canes, come out frontinSmokin somethingSippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpinI laced it wit the basic6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face itWe hard ta hitGuard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-upWipe the "P"Mix shots, "work ya seat up"Go in the ashtray, spark the weed upLONG KISS[CHORUS X 2]UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin...Maniacs put my name in raps--"support them"Games datLike they hustle backwardsI smoke backwards, and DucheesYa can't touch meTry ta rush meSlugs go, touchy-touchyYa bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above meor beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneakyNow ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep meRest where the worms-n-the weak beMy nine flies, baptize, rap guysWit the holy ghostI put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakeySlip-n-tryin ta break meLook what'chyou made me do, brains blueMy team in the Marine blew, six-coupeSkiid it out, weeded out, clean it outThe block for distance is, given long kisses bitch[CHORUS X 2]Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacinI got the lettuce inYou turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I wasa new comerthendrugs and mac-10'sHug from fake friendsMake ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyouThat's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make youOpen the safe tooNo matter how ya call it(how ya call it)This "bralick",alcoholicLike his weed green'd out like his brick solidDistribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all thetimeSlugs hit'chya chest tap the spineFlat-lineHeard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe timesDamn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe'"Slink steal slow"As you remorse we feel no[CHORUS X 6]

Life After Death Intro

... me and her sister had somethin goin on(Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker?)I reach my peak, I can't speakCall my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak(Aiyyo c'mon nigga, cut that)I'm sick of niggaz lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin(Aiyyo, yoyo Big, aiyyo chill)Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin [gunshot][Life After Death piano and music comes in](Aiyyo Big, aiyyo BIG!!)[heartbeat slows, sound of ambulence sirens][piano plays on][sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine][Puff Daddy]Damn... we was spose to rule the world babyWe was unstoppable!The shit can't be over, noThe shit can't be over manI know you hear me niggaI know you hear meYou got too much livin to doToo much unfinished businessIt ain't over[flatline]Live your life

I Love the Dough"

"I Love the Dough"(feat. Jay-Z, Angela Winbush)[Verse One: Jay-Z]We push the hottest V's, peel fastthrough the city, play Monopoly with real cashMe and Biggie and the models be, sugar nase and did he ask?And parotta be, somethin you cats got to seeAnd the watches be all types and shapes of stonesBein broke is childish and I'm quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and PythonScope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm goneYou cats is home, screamin the fight's onI'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-sonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you won't ball every chance you getand any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don't it? Now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourvesAnd rack up frequent flier mileage[Chorus: Angela Winbush]Gotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethinWatch is platinum, got jet lag fromflights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best CD's and the best tapesDon't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinalsBiggie be Richie like Lionel, shitYou seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes,Ice project off lights, chick flashesBlind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustachesRock top fashionsAin't shit changed, except the number after the doton the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strangeI hate y'all tooRather be in Carribean sand to rake throughIt's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appealBitches used to go, "Ewww!"Still tote steel, tryin to see five miloff the sin-gle, for realYou ain't fazin the amazinWhile your gun's raisin, mine is blazinSee you on see me all talkin to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collaboTwo MC's with mad dough, jewelry on![Chorus: Angela Winbush]I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey[repeat 2X][Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.]Miracu-lous, pockets stay fullNiggaz skip the bull cause we matadorsSnatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawersAnd we, clappin doors in your AcurasSnap like, cameras or amateursMake you all dance, hold a hammer to yoursJig and Big rock ice, no cracks in floorsErybody got a part to play, back to yoursRun up in your crib now, crack your doorsWatch the real players live, it's a habit to flossPlay the charts like the Beatles, y'all ?dapped and lost?And toast Cristal on behalf of y'allToo bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yourstruly, do we, we laugh at y'allLittle bastards y'allUhh, uhhWe hit makers with acresRoll shakers in Vegas, you can't break usLost chips on Lakers, gassed off ShaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRidin decidin cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters don't prosperNiggaz is actors, niggaz deserve OscarsMe I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brainReminesce on dames who, coochie used to stinkWhen we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci linksNow we buy homes in unfamiliar placesTito smile everytime he see our facesCases catch more than outfield-ersHalf these rappin cats, ain't seen warCouldn't score if they had point game, they lameSpeak my name, I make em dash like Dame[Chorus: Angela Winbush]I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey[repeat to fade]