Just a Memory

The Notorious B.I.G. & Clipse - Rap, East Coast Rap
Just a Memory
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Lyrics
[Intro: Diddy] It's Bad Boy, bitch Scram Jones, The Clipse, B.I.G., let's go [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring (Uh-huh) Giving pleasure in the Benzito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets (Uh-huh) Six up in your wig piece, nigga deceased ('Ceased) Mwah, may you rest in peace (Haha) With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot steers my Lear, yes, my dear Shit's official (It's official), only the feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat crying (Stop) The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying So don't you get suspicious (Suspicious) I'm big, dangerous, you're just a little vicious As I leave my competition (Yeah) respirator style (Uh-huh) Climb the ladder to success (Yeah) escalator style (Come on) Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all Big don't fold, y'all, uh (Big don't fold, y'all) I spit phrases that'll thrill you (Thrill you) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (Nobody, I don't wanna die, uh) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) Do you know, do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, so you better pack a pistol Everybody dying, death controls y'all You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) [Verse 2: Pusha T] Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows My back don't bend, see, Papi is my kinfolk Spin out the work as if it's on a ten-spoke Sole benefactor the Benz, he made the rims poke Trust me, they can't touch P, in one touch, he Turn drop-head coupe to dune buggy (Huh) Admire the verses (Yeah), they're inspired by the hearses That carried my niggas and had the church mothers cursing Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa (Huh) The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing (Yeah) And the diamonds in my chain big as grandma's buttons, yes (Talk to 'em) On the flip side (Yeah), the steel I'm gripping You thought all the floss had me slipping? Think again (Think again) Blink again, let me know that you're bluffing (Uh-huh) Lead give permanent concussion (Come on), you're nothing (I don't wanna die, uh) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) Do you know, do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, so you better pack a pistol Everybody dying, death controls y'all You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) [Verse 3: Malice] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the facade (Facade) On the face of rap, so we gon' raise the bar (Bar) A mil' on the crib mean a quarter on the car (Uh-huh) Bentley coupe, another short of the Arnage (What?) Even as a youth, I was loitering the stoop (Uh-huh) Underneath the nose and the feds had no clue (Let's go) I was pushing kis in a V with no roof (With no roof) Rich, Black, two big guns, and no couth (No couth) Things at the label, well, they tend to get unstable (That's right) And that pretty much leave Malice at the table (Let's go) Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle (Watch me work) 'Cause I'm a provider as long as I am able (Get busy, nigga) This here hue, the most foolish of blues When I tell mama the price, she damn near sent me to my room (Woo) It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S You don't wanna try, nigga, you next, uh (I don't wanna die, uh) [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) Do you know, do you know where you're going to? Just a memory, so you better pack a pistol Everybody dying, death controls y'all You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, uh) [Outro: Diddy] Biggie Duets Born Again Life After Death Legacy lives on and on and on These motherfuckers still can't see you, Big Shit, you ain't even here (Ah) Motherfuckers better step their game up Greatest of all time Greatest of all time Motherfuckers
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Credits
- Writers
- The Notorious B.I.G.
- Pusha T
- Malice
- Diddy
- Stevie J
- Lord Finesse
- Billy Preston
- Charles Aznavour
- Don Black
- George Johnson
- Gerry Goffin
- Michael Masser
- Jean Louhisdon
- Sadat X
- DJ Enuff