Notorious B. I. G. - Last Day lyrics

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Intro/chorus: the lox<br><br>Can I live til my last day<br>Hittin honies that be na-sty<br>Gettin money in the fast way<br>And I only care halfway<br>But I still can't let you pass me<br><br>[the lox]<br>Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats<br>That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats<br>When we came here we cut off all kind circulation<br>Breathin, eatin, the whole situation<br>When we do our shit we do our shit for real<br>While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats<br>Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill<br>I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit<br>Rock top shit you know how the lox get<br>Then you can see me flyin in the bentley cockpit<br>Lox and b-i, hold our grica down for years<br>Gang not, but we been had our black tears<br>Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got<br>Underground, all above must get shot<br>You couldn't book me dano, see luciano put the burners<br>To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all<br><br>You already know what it's about when I run up in your house<br>Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch<br>Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance<br>I give this faggot a french kiss<br>Black gloves, no prints, dark tints<br>Word on the street they ain't heard from him since<br>You know about life after kicked the kid in<br>Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams<br>Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en<br>Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron<br>Lox and poppa, turning niggaz into jim hoffa<br>Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper<br>You gettin money or your runnin from the feds<br>Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head<br>And I solemnly swear<br>That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2x<br><br>[the lox]<br>Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down<br>The flow like water get deepe and you drown<br>With no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough<br>Even the small dunn got a little black hole<br>Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out<br>Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth<br>There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? <br>A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? <br>Live with it got money you better get with it<br>My man had the thug in him did his bid with it<br>Get married to the game but never have a kid with it<br>Advice from the wise, slice the pies<br>Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide<br>Teams provide, war for the street to absorb<br>Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor<br>Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore<br><br>[notorious b.i.g.]<br>Uhh, uhh, uhh<br>Who the fuck wanna squeeze? <br>My desert ease make mc's freeze<br>You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams<br>You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and<br>Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine<br>You just pop wines I must pop nines<br>Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece<br>You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up<br>We can hook up, all I see is the future<br>Disrespect, I shoot ya<br>By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly<br>Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak<br>Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet<br>Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep<br>I be the mob fiance, about to marry it<br>Illegal transactions in farragut with arabics<br>Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom<br>Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like<br>My first lp, beef with me is unhealthy<br>Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or<br>Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung<br>For them homos, still doin promos<br>Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'<br>Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'<br><br>Chorus: repeat til fade