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
Its scary, aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many piggybacked off of
Biggies back and Pacs, landmarks, history in rap
Statistically in fact; its so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th
To come from such hard knock lives
And make it up out of em, hit the spotlights
And, once theyre 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
Its origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
Or it could just be somebodys aura, that just horri-fies
And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entou-rage that intimidates the people
To the point that you know that hes gangster
He aint just say shit, you just believe it
Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
Im been about my business since then, so anxious
It aint how we live, its what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, Im experiencing the same sights as him
Its what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so theres no limit in them skies
When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican Id so many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
So possibly Id be popular, huh?
Thats the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
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 passing
All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion
And Im addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddys honor, Im a father TYanna
And teach her that with all the drama dont even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, Im yelling God bless
Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
I seen the game losing, Im just pressing the reset
And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
Ima pay homage, Brooklyns finest
Whether its Queens or Harlem itll be instant stardom, nigga