Notorious B.I.G. - Last Day Lyrics
Intro/chorus: the loxCan I live til my last dayHittin honies that be na-styGettin money in the fast wayAnd I only care halfwayBut I still cant let you pass me[the lox]Yo whats beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and batsThat aint shit compared to one small cat with gatsWhen we came here we cut off all kind circulationBreathin, eatin, the whole situationWhen we do our shit we do our shit for realWhile you take your money for your deal and make your own beatsCompose your own sheets, thats aight but chillIma spend that mil and cop only hot shitRock top shit you know how the lox getThen you can see me flyin in the bentley *****pitLox and b-i, hold our grica down for yearsGang not, but we been had our black tearsNiggaz under the stairs only understand what we gotUnderground, all above must get shotYou couldnt book me dano, see luciano put the burnersTo all yall, what nigga bring it Im callin yallYou already know what its about when I run up in your housePut the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couchHearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instanceI give this faggot a french kissBlack gloves, no prints, dark tintsWord on the street they aint heard from him sinceYou know about life after kicked the kid inSince me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-damsScri-dam the flow is forbidd-enEither you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin ironLox and poppa, turning niggaz into jim hoffaWho gon stop us, its your last joint double copperYou gettin money or your runnin from the fedsAint nothin over here but sixteen and one in the headAnd I solemnly swearThat all yall niggaz out there got a problem this yearChorus: repeat 2x[the lox]Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me downThe flow like water get deepe and you drownWith no soul, many niggaz roll with no doughEven the small dunn got a little black holeYour destiny is somethin you can never figure outNiggaz is never happy til theres blood up in your mouthTheres a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?Live with it got money you better get with itMy man had the thug in him did his bid with itGet married to the game but never have a kid with itAdvice from the wise, slice the piesToo many schemes divides, when dreams collideTeams provide, war for the street to absorbStashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floorOnly a blind dovell fall in love with a whore[notorious b.i.g.]Uhh, uhh, uhhWho the ***** wanna squeeze?My desert ease make mcs freezeYou wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreamsYou still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size andRealizin, a fist fight would be asinineYou just pop wines I must pop ninesGenuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill pieceYoure shook up, two bricks, every cook upWe can hook up, all I see is the futureDisrespect, I shoot yaBy the way, them bricks, get flipped weeklySold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leakDie for a dollar nigga, life aint sweetPlay for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creepI be the mob fiance, about to marry itIllegal transactions in farragut with arabicsWhy not, they fit twelve up in the bedroomImagine what they stash is like, make you a classic likeMy first lp, beef with me is unhealthy***** around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse orCollapsed lung, look how many gats I brungFor them homos, still doin promosBreak both your legs youre movin slow-mo, got shined to glow moNine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for moChorus: repeat til fade
