Last Day
Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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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

Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
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

Overall Meaning

The song "Last Day" by Notorious B.I.G. features verses from him as well as Styles P and Jadakiss from the group The Lox. The song is from the album "Life After Death," released after Biggie's death. The song talks about living life to the fullest, getting money quickly, and not being afraid of taking risks.


The opening verse by Biggie talks about his desire to live his life in a certain way. He wants to have fun with women but also make money quickly. He doesn't care about others' opinions of him and is willing to take risks to get what he wants. However, he also acknowledges the competition and can't let anyone pass him by.


Styles P and Jadakiss's verses specifically talk about the violence that comes with living a life of crime. They talk about how they're unbeatable and unafraid of any challenge. They also mention how they've been through tough times and have had to deal with emotional pain, hence the "black tears" line. Overall, the song presents a picture of a life of crime that is dangerous but exciting, and the artists are determined to live that life to the fullest.


Line by Line Meaning

Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to live my life fully until the very end?


Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging with attractive women who have a wild and provocative nature


Gettin' money in the fast way
Making a lot of money quickly and efficiently


And I only care halfway
I only have a moderate level of concern or interest


But I still can't let you pass me
However, I cannot let you surpass or outdo me


Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
You think that's a conflict? Three individuals armed with weapons is nothing compared to one small person with guns


That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
That is insignificant compared to a single person with firearms


When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
When we arrived, we disrupted all forms of communication and control


Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
We took control of fundamental survival aspects like breathing and eating


When we do our shit we do our shit for real
When we engage in our activities, we do so authentically and genuinely


While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Meanwhile, you earn your income from contracts and create your own music


Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
Write your own lyrics, that's fine, but relax


I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
I will spend a million dollars and only purchase high-quality items


Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Wear fashionable and trendy clothing, just like The Lox members


Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
At that point, you will witness me driving a Bentley with confidence


Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
The Lox and B-I have been loyal to each other for a long time


Gang not, but we been had our black tears
We are not a gang, but we have experienced hardships and shed tears


Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
Only those who are oppressed or marginalized truly comprehend our situation


Underground, all above must get shot
If you are not part of the underground scene, you may face consequences


You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
You would not be able to arrest me, as I am well-protected by influential figures like Luciano


To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
To all of you, I am challenging anyone who wishes to confront me


You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
You are already aware of the consequences when I invade your home


Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
I will threaten you with a gun and take the hidden money from the couch


Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
Listening to your perspective is pointless, maybe even futile


I give this faggot a french kiss
I will humiliate and taunt this person by engaging in an act considered taboo by societal standards


Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Wearing black gloves without leaving fingerprints, driving in a tinted vehicle


Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
According to rumors, no one has heard from him ever since


You know about life after kicked the kid in
You are familiar with the consequences of engaging in violence


Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
My associates and I are capable of flipping a large quantity of drugs


Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Damn, the flow is prohibited and censored


Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
You are either participating with us or facing severe consequences, as we possess and use guns


Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Both The Lox and myself have the power to eliminate individuals without a trace, similar to how Jimmy Hoffa disappeared


Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
No one can prevent our success, with your last song selling two million copies


You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
Are you making money or evading the authorities?


Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
There is nothing here except a loaded gun with sixteen rounds and one in the chamber


And I solemnly swear
I sincerely promise


That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
That every one of you individuals out there will face trouble or conflict this year


Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
Before you consider trying to oppress or attack me


The flow like water get deep and you drown
My rap style is fluid and powerful, capable of overwhelming and drowning you


With no soul, many niggas roll with no gold
Many individuals act without integrity or purpose, they have no valuable possessions


Even the small kind got a little black hole
Even those who appear insignificant have a dark and empty void within them


Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Your fate is something that you will never be able to fully comprehend or predict


Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
Some individuals are never satisfied until they have caused harm or inflicted pain upon you


There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There are many murderers, so who are you to point fingers and assign blame?


There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
There are many deceased individuals, how can you possibly handle the emotional burden?


Live with it, got money you better get with it
Accept it and adapt, if you have money, you should utilize it


My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
My friend had the toughness within him and endured his prison sentence


Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Dedicate yourself to the rap industry but do not become too deeply entangled with it


Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Listen to the wise individuals, divide and share the profits


Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Too many plans and ambitions cause conflicts and divisions among people


Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Groups of individuals engage in conflicts to dominate the streets


Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Drugs or money hidden in the ceiling while you, the ignorant one, sleep on the floor


Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Only someone naive and foolish would develop romantic feelings for a promiscuous individual


Uhh, uhh, uhh
Expression of reflection or contemplation


Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
Who is eager or willing to use a gun?


My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
My Desert Eagle handgun instills fear and immobilizes other rappers


You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You are waking up in fear and anxiety, but it's all just nightmares


You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your size and
You are still apologizing and comparing our physical stature


Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
Recognizing that engaging in a physical fight would be pointless and foolish


You just pop wines, I must pop nines
While you only open expensive bottles of wine, I have to use my guns


Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
An actual firearm, with the barrel pointed at your face


You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
You are scared and intimidated, while I am able to create drugs in large quantities


We can hook up, all I see is the future
We can collaborate, as all I envision is a successful and prosperous future


Disrespect, I shoot ya
If you show disrespect, I will shoot you


By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
By the way, those drugs, get sold and turned over on a weekly basis


Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Sold by individuals who combine marijuana with other drugs


Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
People are willing to kill for money, life is not easy or pleasant


Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
We play for high stakes, ready to eliminate our opponents quietly and skillfully


I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
I am closely associated with organized crime and about to fully commit to it


Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Engaging in unlawful business in Farragut with individuals from Arab backgrounds


Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Of course, they are able to fit twelve people in a small bedroom


Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
Consider the quantity and quality of drugs they possess, it can elevate your reputation


My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
My debut album sparked conflicts that are detrimental to those who oppose me


Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
If you mess around, you might develop an ulcer, or worse, lose your life


Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
A severe injury to your lung, observe the numerous guns I possess


For them homos, still doin' promos
For those who are acting cowardly, I will continue to promote myself


Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
I will cripple you, causing you to move in slow motion, demonstrating my superiority


Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
You would require 996 grams of drugs to keep up with me


Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to live my life fully until the very end?


Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging with attractive women who have a wild and provocative nature


Gettin' money in the fast way
Making a lot of money quickly and efficiently


And I only care halfway
I only have a moderate level of concern or interest


But I still can't let you pass me
However, I cannot let you surpass or outdo me


Can I live 'til my last day
Can I continue to live my life fully until the very end?


Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging with attractive women who have a wild and provocative nature


Gettin' money in the fast way
Making a lot of money quickly and efficiently


And I only care halfway
I only have a moderate level of concern or interest


But I still can't let you pass me
However, I cannot let you surpass or outdo me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: SEAN JACOBS, SEAN D JACOBS, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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Ty Claxton

Intro/Chorus: The Lox]

Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me

[The Lox]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
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 grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggaz 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 niggaz into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[The Lox]
Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
The flow like water get deepe and you drown
with no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough
Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are 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

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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'

[Chorus: repeat til fade]



Red

Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
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 niggaz with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
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 grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggaz 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 niggaz into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and 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 na-sty
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 na-sty
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 deepe and you drown
With no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough
Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are 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 na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I stil...



I Provide Lyrics

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
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 grica 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, Sheek Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
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 kickin' the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden
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 16 with one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggas out there got a problem this year

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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 na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me

[Verse 3: Styles P]
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 goal
Even the small gun got a little black hole
Your destiny is something 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 give 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 devised when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Only a blind thug'll fall in love with a whore

[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apologizin'
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
Our beef is my fiancé, 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 ulcer, 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 shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
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 na-sty
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 na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me



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Lyrics

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathing, eating, 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'm a spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
Then you can see me flying in the Bentley cockpit
LOX and B-I, hold our grica 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, Sheek Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm calling y'all

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
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
Hearing 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 kicking the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden
Either you riding or you dying cause we swinging iron
LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon' stop us? Your last joint double copper
You getting money or you're running from the Feds
Ain't nothing over here but 16 with one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggas out there got a problem this year

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Before you think of keeping me down, heating me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
Even the small gun got a little black hole
Your destiny is something you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy till 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 give 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 devised when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Only a blind thug'll fall in love with a whore

[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You waking up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apologizing
Analyzing, my size and your size and
Realizing 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
Our beef is my fiancé, 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 ulcer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doing promos
Break both your legs you're moving slow-mo
Got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live till my last day?
Hitting honies that be na-sty
Getting money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me



All comments from YouTube:

il Prete Rosso

Once Biggie starts his verse with "Uh". You know you're in for a treat.

emanijeans

@Jason Varga No shit!! ??@#

Jason Varga

No joke, hypnotize starts with 3 uhs !

Kareem Thomas

@Kyrin Thomas +
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emanijeans

HELL YEAH!!

Kyrin Thomas

Exactly I love when he does that

MCMXCIV

Biggie was so ridiculous on this album. That flow something to kill for.

Pretty Lauryn

Literally

Ian Henning

Top #3 Album of All-Time...

Ivan Quintero

Bruhh I listened to the whole album on acid and shrooms and I was so damn sad when the album ended lmao

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