Just A Memory - The Notorious B.I.G.

Diddy
Its Bad Boy b***h
Scram Jones the Clipse B I G
Let's go
Biggie
N***az in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece n***a decease
Muah may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style more sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
As my pilot steers my Leer
Yes my dear s**t's official only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue stop your blood clot crying
The kids the dog everybody dyin no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my competition respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath I told y'all death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all
Big don't fold y'all
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
Thrill you
You're nobody till somebody kills you
I don't wanna die
Biggie
Do you know where your going too
Just a memory everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody till somebody kills you
Do you know where your goin too
Just a memory so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you
Pusha T
Label limbo I treat it like the wind blows
My back don't bend see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the benz he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses their inspired by the hearses
That carried my n***az and had the church mothers cursing
Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
Of a n***a who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain big as grandma's buttons
Yes
On the flipside the steel I'm gripping
You thought all the floss had me slipping
Think again blink again let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion your nothing
Malice
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad
On the face of rap so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop
Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich black two big guns and no coof
Things at the label well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider as long as I am able
This here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mom the price
She d**n near sent me to my room
It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
You don't wanna try n***a you next uhh
Diddy
Biggie Duets
Born Again
Life After Death
Legacy lives on and on and on
These motherf**kers still can't see you BIG
S**t you ain't even here
Motherf**kers better step their game up
Greatest of all time Greatest of all time
Motherf**kers