Early today as he left a party in Los Angeles, Wallace, also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a passing vehicle
He had been named Rap Artist of the Yea-
By shooting Saturday night, that story tops our world headline
To promote peace, rapper 2Pac Shakur is also pictured in the mural
The two rappers were rumored to be rivals, but police say they are not aware of any connection in the murders
Im flaming gats, aiming at, these...
Maniacs put my name in rap
So part the game is that like it hustle backwards
I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you cant touch me
Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy
You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me
Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy
Now you rest internally sleepy, you burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies baptize rap guys
With the holy ghost I put holes in most you hold your toast shaky
Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do
Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe
Skied it out weed it out
Cleaning out, the block for distances
Giving long kisses
Yeah... thats right
Baby
Thats how we do it
Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now theyre petrified bitches
Im tryna be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone
Bitches be warned, word is bond youll get torn
Im bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
And then its on, before I leave picture me
Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This Thug Life, nigga we dont cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s
Hahahahaha, yeah nigga
Thug Life
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake