Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
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Am
It has been, it has been,
it has been, it has been
It has been said,
that there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death,
dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs,
dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
It's scary ain't it? Picture
yourself goin' out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted
Dm
all over street corners
Am
Fans meet to mourn us,
Dm
Am
while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched,
so many piggybacked off of
Biggie's back and Pac's, landmarks,
history in rap
Statistically in fact,
it's so sad to see us re- enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th
Dm
Am
To come from such hard knock lives
And make it up out of 'em,
E
hit the spotlights
Am
And once they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
To see who can last the longest
And he who lasts the longest,
must be the strongest
In this concrete jungle,
where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin,
which is usually originated from cats who starvin'
E
Am
Or it could just be somebody's horror,
Dm
that just horrifies
Am
And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entourage that intimidates the people
To the point that you know he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
Verse 2
Am
Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
I've been about my business since then,
so anxious
E
Am
It ain't how we live, it's what he said,
he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in,
sent chills through my skin
E
Am
Vicious, I'm experiencin'
the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie
to write these poems
E
Am
Rollin', goin' through
the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so there's
no limit in them skies
When "Ready to Die" was a
sick part of my life
Palmin' that .45,
plottin' to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican
I'd so many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line
E
and get up on my grind
Am
Get up out the system,
who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top
E
Big Poppa rhymes
Am
So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got
from my nigga B.I
Verse 3
Am
I took him from coal to diamond,
I molded his mind
Enter the most phenomenal
artist of any and all time
E
Am
I made a Frankenstein,
my design impressed
Backpackers and press who said
my house was a mess
Critics lashed,
said I made a fortune off of his passin'
Dm
Am
All I did was build a dynasty
off of his passion
And I'm addressin' the
adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York,
Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's honor,
I'ma father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all the
drama don't even bother
On repeat,
all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave 'cause our
friendship's intact
An immaculate concept,
extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart,
I'm yellin' "God bless"
Regardless to critics yellin' that East,
West
I seen the game losin,
I'm just pressin' the reset
And when the resurrections of you
shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same
crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage,
Brooklyn's finest
Dm
Am
Whether it's Queens or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom,
Outro 1
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