Last Day
DJ Tuniziano & The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many niggas roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin' promos
Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
The lyrics of DJ Tuniziano & The Notorious B.I.G.'s song Last Day describe the life of a gangster who is focused on gaining wealth and power, and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve it. He talks about hitting women who are considered "nasty" and getting involved in fast money, showing his disregard for societal norms and morals. However, despite his lack of care for most things, he can't let anyone pass him in terms of success.
The song also touches on the brutal and dangerous life of being involved in a gang. The use of guns and violence is prevalent throughout the lyrics, as well as the idea of loyalty and brotherhood among members. The lyrics portray a world where there is little room for sentimentality and where survival depends on strength and cunning.
The theme of the song is a reflection of the gangster culture of the time, which saw many young people drawn into a life of crime, violence, and drug use. It is a raw depiction of the harsh reality that many African American youths faced in the inner cities of America during the 1990s.
Line by Line Meaning
Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to exist until my final day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging in sexual encounters with attractive women who are promiscuous
Gettin' money in the fast way
Making money quickly and easily
And I only care halfway
I am only partially concerned or invested
But I still can't let you pass me
But I still can't allow you to surpass or outshine me
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
Hey, what does the concept of beef mean to you? It pales in comparison to the threat posed by just one individual armed with firearms
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
Those three individuals armed with bats are nothing when compared to a single person with guns
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
When we arrived, we severed all connections and closed off any escape routes
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
Survival and sustenance become the sole focus in this situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
We always approach our actions with full commitment and authenticity
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Meanwhile, you are content with making money from your record deal and producing your own music
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
Writing your own lyrics is acceptable, but calm down and don't overstate its significance
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
I will spend a million dollars and purchase only high-quality items
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
We wear the best and trendsetting fashion, as you already know how The Lox does
Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
At that point, you will witness me driving in a Bentley luxury car's front seat
Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
The Lox and The Notorious B.I.G. have remained loyal to our crew for many years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
We are not associated with a gang, but we have experienced our fair share of hardships and grief
Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
Only those who live in the harsh realities of the streets can truly comprehend our situation
Underground, all above must get shot
In the underground scene, anyone who tries to rise or gain recognition will be met with violent consequences
You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
You couldn't apprehend or arrest me, as I am elusive like a skilled criminal
To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
I am challenging anyone who dares to confront me to step up
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
You already understand the consequences when I invade your home
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
I will put a gun in your mouth and extract the hidden money from your furniture
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
Listening to your excuses or explanations is pointless, maybe even comical
I give this faggot a french kiss
I mockingly offer this derogatory term a kiss on the lips
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
I wear black gloves without leaving any fingerprints and drive a car with heavily tinted windows
Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
According to rumors, nobody has heard from this individual since that incident
You know about life after kicked the kid in
You are aware of the aftermath of violently attacking someone
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Since my partner and I can convert seven kilograms of drugs
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
I must emphasize that my rap style is strictly forbidden or prohibited
Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
You are either participating in criminal activities or facing death because we wield firearms
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
The Lox and The Notorious B.I.G. have a talent for making people disappear, similar to the infamous Jimmy Hoffa case
Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
Nobody can prevent us from succeeding, while your most recent album barely achieved any significant sales
You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
Are you making money or constantly evading law enforcement agencies?
Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
There is nothing significant or extraordinary here except for a sixteen-bar verse, which ends with a gun being ready for action
And I solemnly swear
And I make a solemn promise
That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
That all of you individuals out there will face a significant challenge this year
Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
Before you attempt to oppress or suppress me
The flow like water get deep and you drown
My flow is smooth and effortless, like water, yet it has the power to overwhelm and suffocate you
With no soul, many niggas roll with no gold
Many individuals lack substance or integrity, even though they appear wealthy or successful
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Even the seemingly insignificant individuals possess a dark emptiness within them
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Your fate is something that you will never be able to comprehend or predict
Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
Individuals are never satisfied until they witness your suffering or demise
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There are many murderers, but you have no authority or credibility to assign blame
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
There are many people who have lost their lives, so how can you possibly endure the pain?
Live with it, got money you better get with it
Accept and cope with the reality of your situation, and if you have money, you should adapt to it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
My associate possessed the essence of a thug and served his prison sentence with that mentality
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Fully commit yourself to the rap industry, but avoid getting too deeply involved or tied down
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Here is some wisdom: divide your resources or opportunities wisely
Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Having too many plans or strategies will lead to divisions, especially when different aspirations clash
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Groups or cliques offer support and engage in violent conflicts to dominate the street culture
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Valuables concealed in the ceiling while you slept on the floor, unaware
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Only someone who is ignorant or foolish would become infatuated with a promiscuous individual
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Indicates a grunt or vocal expression of agreement or understanding
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
Who wants to engage in a shootout or confrontation?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
My Desert Eagle handgun causes MCs to freeze (become paralyzed)
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You are experiencing night sweats due to the fear caused by your nightmares
You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your size and
You are still apologizing and obsessively comparing our physical sizes
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
Understanding that engaging in a physical altercation would be foolish
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
You only engage in trivial or insignificant acts, while I must use firearms
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
I possess a real firearm with the muzzle pointed toward your face
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
You are frightened or intimidated, while I handle drugs in quantities enough for two bricks
We can hook up, all I see is the future
We can collaborate or form a connection, as all I envision is success in the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
If you disrespect me, I will shoot you
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
By the way, those bricks of drugs are sold and transformed into profit on a weekly basis
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Sold by drug dealers who combine marijuana with other narcotics to maximize their profits
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
People are willing to die for the sake of money, life is not easy or enjoyable
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
Stay vigilant and prepared for dangerous situations, as experts are lurking and ready to strike
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
I am closely associated with the mob (criminal organization) and about to fully commit to it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Engaging in unlawful dealings in Farragut, a neighborhood, with Arab individuals
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Why not? They manage to accommodate twelve individuals in a small bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
Just imagine the quantity of drugs they have hidden, it can make you instantly wealthy or influential
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
My first album was a success, and getting into a conflict or disagreement with me is detrimental to your well-being
Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Embroil yourself in a situation and suffer from physical ailments like an ulcer or even death
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
Severely wounded or incapacitated, look at the numerous firearms I brought with me
For them homos, still doin' promos
For those rappers who are homosexual, I am still promoting myself
Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
If I break both your legs, you will move in slow motion, causing you to appear inferior
Nine hundred and ninety-six grams, you need for mo'
You still need another four grams to reach a total of 1,000 grams
Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to exist until my final day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging in sexual encounters with attractive women who are promiscuous
Gettin' money in the fast way
Making money quickly and easily
And I only care halfway
I am only partially concerned or invested
But I still can't let you pass me
But I still can't allow you to surpass or outshine me
Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to exist until my final day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging in sexual encounters with attractive women who are promiscuous
Gettin' money in the fast way
Making money quickly and easily
And I only care halfway
I am only partially concerned or invested
But I still can't let you pass me
But I still can't allow you to surpass or outshine me
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SEAN JACOBS, SEAN D JACOBS, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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