Last Day
The Nortorious B.I.G Lyrics

Can I live 'til my last day
Can I exist until my dying day

Hittin' honies that be nasty
Engaging in sexual activity with women who are promiscuous

Gettin' money in the fast way
Earning cash quickly through illegal means

And I only care halfway
I only have a moderate amount of concern

But I still can't let you pass me
However, I cannot allow myself to fall behind compared to others

Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
What is considered a confrontation to you? Is it three men with hoodies and bats?

That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
That cannot compare to a single, small person with guns

When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we arrived, we created a sense of suffocation and control over everything

When we do our shit we do our shit for real
We commit fully to everything we do

While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
While you earn cash from your contract and create your own music, that's okay but relax

I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
I will spend my million dollars on only the top, fashionable items that The Lox are known for

Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
You will then see me cruising in the driver's seat of a Bentley while The Lox and B-I have been loyal to our group for years

Gang not, but we been had our black tears Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
We do not participate in gang violence, but we have experienced our own forms of suffering, as only those in the same situation can understand

Underground, all above must get shot
If you are not underground with us, you are a target to eliminate

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 couldn't lock me up, Dano, because Luciano has weapons to use against all of you. I am challenging anyone who wants to confront me

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
You should know the drill when I break into your home, point a firearm at you and demand money from your hiding spot

Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss
Listening to your opinion would be pointless, and I am willing to escalate the disrespect by kissing a homosexual

Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
Wearing gloves to leave no fingerprints and driving with dark window tints. Rumors have circulated that an individual has disappeared because of me

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
You know the consequences of crossing me. My friend and I can turn seven kilograms into more money. The flow of our actions is prohibited

Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
You have to either support us or die because we have guns. The Lox and I are capable of making people disappear like Jimmy Hoffa

Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
Who will prevent us from succeeding? Your latest music release has doubled your sales. Are you earning cash or avoiding the attention of the law?

Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
All that is available over here is sixteen bullets, with one already loaded in the chamber

And I solemnly swear That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
I am making a serious promise that all of you have a problem on your hands this year

Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down The flow like water get deep and you drown
Consider that attempting to suppress me, or intimidate me with violence, is like trying to resist the flow of deep water - it will only result in defeat

With no soul, many niggas roll with no gold Even the small kind got a little black hole
Without a sense of morality, many people are willing to engage in criminal activity, even if they don't benefit from it. Everyone has a little bit of darkness inside of them

Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
Your path in life is something you will never completely understand. There are always people willing to hurt you for their own gain

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?
There are countless individuals responsible for taking lives. Who do you blame? How do you cope with the emotional impact of experiencing death?

Live with it, got money you better get with it My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Accept the reality and the consequences of your choices, and earn cash while you are at it. My friend embraced his thuggish tendencies and served his sentence in prison

Get married to the game but never have a kid with it Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Commit to your career but do not become consumed by it. Learn from the wise to split profits wisely

Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Too many conflicting desires and schemes will cause division, and competing team interests lead to gang wars

Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Valuables are stored in the ceiling while you sleep on the floor. Only a naive, foolish individual would fall in love with a prostitute

Who the fuck wanna squeeze? My Desert Ease make MC's freeze You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
Who is willing to fire their gun? My weapon, a Desert Eagle, causes other MCs to freeze in fear. When you have nightmares, it is just a product of your imagination

You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your size and Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You keep apologizing and comparing our physical attributes, but you don't realize how stupid a fist fight would be

You just pop wines, I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You only drink fancy wines, while I have to carry firearms. My weapon is authentic, and I will put the barrel in your face

You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future
You are intimidated, I supply two kilograms of cocaine each time I come. We can do business together, and all I see is potential success

Disrespect, I shoot ya
If you show me disrespect, I will shoot you with my firearm

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
By the way, I sell two kilograms of cocaine every week. These drugs are sold by fellow criminals that dilute the product with marijuana. People are willing to kill for money; life is not easy

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
We are serious about our actions, and we have experts on lookout for threats. I am about to become engaged to the mob - fully committed to criminal activity

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
In Farragut, I conduct clandestine business with Arabic individuals. However, they are able to fit twelve people in one bedroom, so imagine how much contraband they can hide. That kind of skill makes people legendary

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
My first album was a sign of things to come - competing with me will result in negative consequences like ulcers, death, or lung failure. I have multiple firearms, so you better watch your step

For them homos, still doin' promos
To those individuals who criticize my homosexual slur earlier, I continue to do promotional events

Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
If I break both of your legs, you'll move very slowly. I have become even more successful, and you need almost a kilogram of cocaine to continue the product