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Last Day

by The Notorious B.I.G.

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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

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