Kick In the Door (instrumental
B.I.G. Lyrics


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Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
Intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious
Penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, (How are you gonna do it?)

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya I'mma

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my children
One shot they disappearin'
It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragile, my nine milli




Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics to the song "Kick In the Door", Biggie is asserting his dominance over the rap industry, claiming that his reign is eternal and underplaying the short-lived success of other artists. He uses clever wordplay to taunt and humiliate those who have attempted to compete with him. He also touches on themes of violence, power, and wealth, bragging about his rise from a drug dealer to a successful rapper touring around the country.


Throughout the song, Biggie uses vivid and graphic imagery to convey his message. He compares his rivals to leprechauns with a short-lived reign, and asserts that he is the "rap phenomenon Don-Dadda". He threatens to "get in that ass quick fast, like Ramadan," painting a picture of a swift and merciless attack. As the song progresses, he paints a picture of his success and extravagant lifestyle, all while warning those who would try to compete with him that they will end up suffering consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
Your time as the king of the rap game was brief, like the duration of existence of leprechauns.


As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
I am defeating those who think they are fearless criminals and successful rappers


Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
I am gonna hit you hard and soon, like the time period of fasting during the Muslim festival of Ramadan


Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
I am the rap superstar Don Dadda, and I don't care for Poppa's music or popularity


You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
My new name is Francis M.H. White, and everyone should address me by that name now


Intake light tokes, tote iron
I smoke only light amounts of weed and also carry guns for protection


Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
I was advised in situations of gun battles to stay hidden and keep shooting


Keep extra clips for extra shit
I always carry extra clips of ammo for an emergency


Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
Who is challenging me next in the rap game?


The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby
I have become the most notorious rapper in the game and people call me Frankie baby


Ain't no telling where I may be
I'm in so much demand that I could be anywhere in the world at any given time


May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
You might spot me in Washington, D.C. at the Howard University's Homecoming event


With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
I will be hanging out at the party with my friend Capone and hooking up with someone


You should know my steelo
You must be aware of my style and demeanor


Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
My earnings grew substantially from dealing drugs to getting paid thirty thousand dollars per show


To orgies with hoes I never seen before
I am now participating in wild sex parties with women whom I don't even know


So, Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis, before I squeeze and bust
Stop creating false rumors about me in the media or else I'll take violent action against you


If the beef between us, we can settle it
If we have any personal issues, let's resolve them together


With the chrome and metal shit
We can use guns and ammunition to settle our differences


I make it hot, like a kettle get
I bring immense heat to the rap game, like the way a hot kettle boils water


You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You're weak and vulnerable, so who actually hired you to do this job?


You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
You're still selling low-quality drugs, but I sell my music globally and more than Great Adventure's amusement park's rides


On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Be ready, as I am about to fire my gun, and you will be wet with fear


Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Your life turns dark when someone has put a death-mark on you


Should I start your breath or should I let you die
Should I allow you to take your last breath or take that breath away from you myself?


In fear you start to cry, ask why
You will start crying filled with fear and ask why this is happening to you


Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
People adore me for my lyrics, don't pretend like you don't think they're great


You cursed it, but rehearsed it
You tried to imitate my lyrics, but you failed


I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
I come out of nowhere and surprise you, just like bird poop falling unexpectedly


You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
You inferior rappers get stuck and fail to progress after making some money through royalties and shows


Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Donโ€™t overlook how important publishing is; After collecting my dues, I am done associating with them


Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I am surprised that you are choosing to be friends with those losers


I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
I believe that they have weak characteristics because they are nothing but useless human beings


Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Trying to become successful by using explosive means like nitro and dynamite sticks


Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
I don't care if people hate that I smoke hydro marijuana and wear expensive diamond jewelry


Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
My rap flow earns me lots of money and I work with my own group of people


Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I travel luxuriously to different countries and sometimes sleep with your girlfriend


I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
I know that you wish you were as rich as me, you worthless person


When I see ya I'mma
When I see you, I am going to


This goes out for those that choose to use
This message is directed towards those who decide to


Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Showing dishonor towards the King of New York shouldn't be tolerated


Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
I don't care, there's no point in trying to disrespect me; I could throw bleach in your eye


Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
You're now blind, so I can easily steal and make significant gains with what you had


Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
I am aware of your non-sense you have been spewing since the year 1988


Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
I have made more money selling drugs than a large pharmaceutical company such as Johnson and Johnson


Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
I carry guns around like Charles Bronson, the star of the film Vigilante


You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
If you want to join the rap game, you have to ask me first for permission


Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
There are no other rap superstars in the industry except me


They siblings, nothing but my children
All other rappers are like my own children or disciples


One shot they disappearin'
They are one gunshot away from disappearing from the rap scene entirely


It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit
It's terrible when once low-quality rappers start to act like they are successful


Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Those rappers listened to my album Ready to Die and studied it, hoping to replicate its success


Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
Now they are trying to become more commercially successful, when it was unexpected from them


They light weight, fragile, my nine milli
They are weak and delicate, unlike my powerful nine-millimeter gun


Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
I scare the white people, which is why I always have enough money in hand


And you still recouping, stupid
You are still trying to make money back but you are too foolish to succeed




Lyrics ยฉ Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, JAY HAWKINS, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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YNGDMND

I've been to focus on my lyrical ways,
But just today, this shit just happened today
You mad cause I will not break,
it's so simplistic to say my rhymes ain't your type, okay;
I had to expose all the fakes, you thought
my lyrics were fake
Like Tony, tiger be fake
I have to show you your place,
I gladly spit on your face
I'll make you change your old ways
You thought I wouldn't reply?
You're life to me is a lie
I found myself in your eyes
I drink the henny, i'm fly
I kick the door, say goodbye
This battle won't be tie,
I know you dyin' inside
I'll pistol whip you on sight
Make you follow the light
I'm not the person to fight,
They say my raps hella tight
I jam to biggie all night
You can't deny, I'm alright
My brain gets sick with these rhymes
I'm like a robot, disguised

After that I lost it



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Spitty

Cordial when I enter the centre of city Spitty
The legend I Am with Will no pills but I'm popping wheelies
Off the ramp I'm Tony Hawk launching missiles I rock the milly
Till millis come fill my pockets now poppa get love no biggie
My sword could sharpen mercury burn verses to first degree
My first degree CS plus I go execute with urgency
Preface these bars with pressure boil to tops like kettles
High in the air like Denver I am the heir of this era
From Shakur Shady and Smalls to Kendrick Jermaine and Nas
Litter letters with letters left them sealed till I'm LeBron
Balling I bring the heat to my land and let it sizzle
On my dribble running drills late nights like Jimmy Kimmel
Fiddle with verbose vernacular like that sponge with spatula
Cook inside the kitchen been snapping without a camera
Cheese stack cheddar whenever I need the bread
This money ain't one for pleasure no more a means to an end
In my ends I roll through locked in mastering the process
In my Timberlanes you know McLaughlin Ray Lawson
Hot like tropics
A god but agnostic
Kick in the door with force like Chris Wallace
spit

They call me Spitty



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Noah West

I will Seek the peace and calmness, breathe with ease in solace
I will Beat defeat I'm solid, keep belief qI'm polished
I will Free the weak the fallen, leave a seed and pollen
I will Leave beneath abolished, heat the heat I promise
I will beat then eat the demons
I will beat then eat the demons
Because the beast seems to seep in
On both week and weekends
But I cheese cheek to cheek when
the beast sneaks a peak in
And he sees and breathes in,
some of Gods holy essence
Time is the only essence, have it down to only seconds
I'm stressing milliseconds, one of each, never a second
Thank god for Your blessings , be grateful for all of it
Every single thing from your common sense to dominance
From confidence to complementso
His presence presented itself as a present sent
Messages heaven sent, expressive in, his lesson when
He taught me
People leave when, life gets hard
Even shadows leave in the dark
They come back when life gets sunny
Isn't that funny? Isn't that funny?
Your whole life, you have been running
But you can't outrun yourself
No you can't outrun yourself
I said you can't outrun yourself
I know the pain that you've felt
I know you won't ask for help
You need it though I can tell
Jump in then I might as well
The world can and will shit on you
Life's a bitch that will hit on you
Then be quick to call a hit on you
Then spit on you it's pitiful
You're broken but your fixable
Please don't pray for miracles
Take life in your own hands
Then map out your own plan
Take all the shortcuts and
Last stop is promise land
I promise man, I promise man
Meditate and levitate
Regulate and resonate
With all of your frequencies
If you do this frequently
Then doors will open easily
You'll Level up seamlessly
Work way harder and way smarter
Go the distance then go farther
Write your story like an author
Be selfish and aggressive
Find the problem and address it
Be expressive and excessive
And Your rewards will be impressive
Be progressive and objective
When you ignore your blessings
They turn into a burdened curse
You need to learn yourself first
Before you learn how this world works
I just want you to love your life
spread your wings and start to fly
Like a butterfly in the summer time
your colors shine so loud and bright
Let the world see what's inside
of this beautiful blessing of mine
There's no way to get life right
So just take each day in stride



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Biggie
Uh; uh-uh
Uh
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you (Biggie)
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you (Biggie)
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, fuck poppa
You got ta, call me, francis m.h. white
In tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, tell em!, Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in d.c. at howard homecomin
With my man capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten g's for blow to thirty g's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, jesus, get off the notorious
Penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than great adventure
Biggie, how are you gonna do it?
Do it
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks
Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to cairo, layin with yo bitch
I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick
When I see ya I'ma
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the king of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than johnson and johnson
Tote steel like bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, ready to die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid (stupid, stupid, stupid



Fonz Foederl

Words is coming out my hands like I hit a free throw
Shoot the ball off rim catch and hold so illegal
But dudes is paying off the referee, so much that it's evil
Like if I could smack the fucking team around, he'll get his ass beat
I'm not talking class mate vs bully in the lunch room
Someone screaming punch dude, while they looking at high school
Police saying nothing much but alright move, back to class not even trying break em up though
So what if they fight, we just watching it happen, so they didn't know that it's us too
Fuck you, you knew what was going on, you started fighting us too

I'm throwing up so much that I'm need a fucking bucket
This up chuck isn't from my stomach, but my hands might have you asking for a bucket



Logan

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
Intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious
Penis, before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, (How are you gonna do it?)

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya I'mma

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my children
One shot they disappearin'
It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragile, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid



S R

I'm kicken in no doors
Ill lyrical kill with anthrax spores
Flows wide like a gorge
Your is small like a lawn gnomes
You a little kid go read some curious george
In yo room at ya suburban home
From my mouth I foam for
Instrumentals
They sent me to penetang to check my mental
Health situation stress rising like word wide inflation
Hell I'm raising celebrating the demise of fake rappers
They trash ciggerete butts and gum rappers he says his girls r pretty they buts probley flatter
Than a brick wall
I'm the Pom Pom master
U a disaster at rhyme schemes
Probley drinking that fake lean
Hanging around snitches but think u in the dope scene



RaptureAOW

Rappers get set to catch wreck
I got you a personal ride
On the ambulance
Take all your amulets
Then dump your body next to the rubbish bin
While I live fabulous
And extravagant
Any other emcees want to see how mad I get
I'm pretty good at wrapping shit when Im fed up
Wipe the ketchup
Nothing but mad stains when I dead em
Here's Johnny
Pop my head up
Redrum redrum!
Try to run quick fast
But I won't let em
This is how I get up
Eliminate the evidence
There's nothing better
Then gettin cheddar
Extra sharp when I sever
Jack the ripper in this shit
Pull the lever
Johnny depp style Sweeny style
Now your in a pit
Throat slit thats it
In a pool of brown stool and excrement
I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Gotta love this!



Uncle Iroh

The moment you first see me walk through the door
NGO souljah rough, rugged and raw
Im the prodigy, Shits about to explode
Get out my way is a phrase you should already know
Im a real one, A eskimo in the snow
I keep it real, drug test failed from that INDO
SO, when i Blow, All that smoke Out the window
Shit so white, It is like you see a HOLY Ghost
& you already know thats me, J D.O.G.G
Fresh of the boat a nigga fresh on the scene
D.O.P.E rider in the street
Get that strap will get you running POP you know what i mean
Im not smoke free Im do smoke weed
I get offended when pakeha can not pronounce the word Maori
Only to say "Oh its too hard"
Then turn around and say your intelligence is worlds apart
Cool story bro i heard that shit since the cradle
and know i am finally able to voice my opinion
To really begin acknowledgement to the establishment
Im really fucked off in other words discontent
Listen, when i say , im not gay, i am str8
down the middle coz i stand behind what i say
Not a game someone plays can i take
this opportunity to give some praise
to my baby baby, im kind of crazy
Proper blazing, its amazing
Life with you is a life i could never in my wildest dreams that i could have imagined
If you are the queen im the captain
If your pussys the target im the assassin

IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
get the strap homie im coming for yah
IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
IMA NGO SOULJAH
I THOUGHT I TOLD YAH
get that strap you allready know that im on yah



NeastCartel

Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm masonic
A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like casino vaults, your pockets microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone
Reap what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets



NOBODY

I'm just a bit abstract
When I blast cats
Into the future so
they'll have class
Get ya fuckin facts back
I snapped
Get yo back cracked
Forever will never lack rap
Ahead of my last act
Then I go flash back
That shit was mad whack
Man I'm so passed that
flow so fire
I would of ashed that
battling me , you' spending ya last stack
Come get ya cash back
Come ask for ya ass back
Rappin is mad whack
Attackin my last track



Ilay Gilman

Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15
No more fun and games, it's time to get cream
Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed
I went to church, prayed everyday
And it still got worse
Soon I ran into a couple of guns
Started stalking the streets, slate robbing suckers for funds
Now everyday I creep with the heat
Ain't nothing sweet, I rob for meat
If I don't steal I don't eat
Then I lost control and started going too far
Robbed this brother named Umar
Then got snatched by the blue car
Where I grew up it was a living hell
Then I started to realize -- I'm better off in a prison cell
Now I can sleep, now I can eat
Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street



All comments from YouTube:

Jay_Deray

This beat is the true definition of cranky, it's a beat you can do a variety of things with, you can freestyle, hoop, even smoke to it, truly an amazing rhythm on the instrumental, and a wonderful beat overall.

Sicario Gamer

โ€˜I drop unexpectedly like bird shitโ€™
- The truest words ever spoken. Miss you BIG. RIP

Woof Dog

There arenโ€™t many rappers who commanded a song like Biggie.And the mad thing is that it was effortless,especially on this track..the words and flow just fitted perfectly
Sadly missed but never forgotten & music lives forever โœŒ๐ŸพโœŒ๐Ÿพ

AFT

This beat is so easy to write to, but big killed it better than anyone could

AUNGSTMEISTER

Xs remake wasnt terrible

kiozislonely

@AUNGSTMEISTER love x but that shit was funny not good

AUNGSTMEISTER

@kiozislonely it was funny but homie spit some firee rhymes at the same time

MADCAP

ong i wonโ€™t say iโ€™ll out rhyme biggie but imma kill this beat respectfullyโ€ฆ

Hamza Sajjad

@MADCAP same

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Jordan Davis

This instrumental really does sound like some boogie man is about to kick down your front door at night and get you. Pure genius.

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