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One More Chance

Brian Bart

Tribute to Notorious B.I.G.

2004

in the mall
and I know you aint fuckin' her. You fucked with me last night that's my best 
friend and we don't get down like that.

Yeah muthafucka

on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my crib
Like your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same nigga
Who was crying

Well you can take your donkey self to Madagascar far from me
Look
I'm Muhammad with the bars a floatin' bird stingin' bee
Another colored youngin' good

hope for the best every moment i recede
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan
Like it's routine while I stand on my

E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket

the best version this time around...

		Wake up, boy! You're falling behind! Wake up, now!
		Don't roll your eyes at me, boy! Catch up! 
		cgain with this

grind mode'
That's what up, just hit me whenever, just checking in with you, my momma said hey
Wasn't smitten, or tricking, or tripping, just listen, man

testing me, and I was cheating playing games
They almost got the best of me, cuz I was fucking round with lames

Get the fuck up out my way and get the fuck

get it all, uh never see me fall, uh
If I'm on my knees, uh
Praying to the Lord, uh god help me please
Let me kill everybody with kindness
Hit your

get into it
Wrap my hands around your neck so you can come to grips with it
Made a name takin' shots, Donald Trump is sick of me
And crooked Hillary

really know that Mugz could really flow
Till I came out with "Bingo!" and now it's time for me to blow, so
Here we freakin' go, rock your body head to toe

course 
Had burned it down, behind Fahmi porch
Gun in my face, shot at point blank
Missed every case
Just a year later, shots had went off
Hit me in my leg

heart and way too much knowledge
The streets mine, homie, I don't need college

Who you think you're messing with? Skimster, Mexican
I'm chilling with

the drop-top them scary nights hope I resurrect by tomorrow 

Get your cameras out

One damn time for the life I chose
Two more hits for the hoes I know
So

Yo, hit me one time
D on the mic

Future Classics

I ain’t ever been handed shit
So I’ma grind and I’ma hustle 
Make it outta here (outta here)
Oh

heal that shit

[Verse 3: Corey J.]

Hit the studio, I got a lot of shit to say
'Cause I've been fighting with my demons in a lot of different ways
I

brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells

Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel

that I caught you lying
This thing is gonna get two-sided
Run around with another man
Now it's going down, it's gonna hit the fan
Let's see how you like

essence 
Keep on steppin till I get to heaven 
Lord knows I got confessions
With way, to much aggression
Always testing questions
My depression give me no

still have a lot to learn

And at some point
I posted
A Craigslist ad that
I'm
Looking for collaborators

And Zach hit me up
And I jammed
With him

gonna make 'em bleed
How many gonna make 'em freeze
How many gonna push that weight
Do anything it take to get that cheese

See 'em everyday get hit with

you came here for
What do you take me for?
Wake up and praise the lord
I even pray for yours
They see evil, I see people
They see life, I see ghosts

Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now

unmistakinable mystical magical feelin that your money can't buy
Becomin a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try