ONE DAY WE RETURN TO THE DARKNESS FROM WHICH WE CAME
ONLY MEMORIES OF US WILL REMAIN BUT IN TIME THOSE WIL FADE
NOW NOTHING OF US REMAINS TIME MAKES SURE WE R ERASED
WE R BORN TO DIE SO LIFE EQUALS DEATH THEN WHY R WE BORN
B.I.G.
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to *hell*
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
I swear to God I just want to *slit* my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm *dead*, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe *suicide's* on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
What’s the commotion about, why do I hear nothing but gossip
What’s wrong with this town, how fucked up is it’s people now
This place went to hell just like that; the people in it went mad
25 percent of the population’s on crack 20 addicted to smack
5 on speed 50 percent on coke yet all of them smoke
Everywhere you go it’s the same old shit, humans r divided
Forming groups based on skin that sometimes results in violence,
They full of shit, solving problems with guns instead of the fist
What the fuck happened to honor and respect
Ain’t there nigga’s left with balls r guts to fight back
Battle one on one without weapons using bare hands
Now that’s what I call living like a man
These lyrics pop up inside my head waiting to be said
In the end the one with balls win, that's me, you'll be slain
A pussy r fag that needs his face rearranged with pain
Two black eyes as shade the nose aligned with the face smashed in
The nuts crushed so you can’t reproduce dick cut off so you can’t screw
Now you have a cunt, you can dress up just like your mom
Don’t need a weapon to fuck you up, my bare hands r enough
You can use my gun to stand a chance man vs. woman
I’ll give you a fair chance to hit, so don’t miss and fuck up shit
You shot I dodge and smash my fist against your head it’s finished
The moment it connects you go down and hit the floor
Your tooth knocked out broken nose and disconnected jaw
Scared like a cat with no balls, no respect r pride left at all
Fear me like a nightmare treat me like a king you can’t win
Your unable to move I’m death here to take you
Why base your life on lies letting the devil shape you
Why despise the light and embrace the dark lettin it take you
Do what you can do, fight to the end die like a man
you motherfucker Get up and fight quick make your move
One has the devil´s luck the other is takin by god
life is to good to be fucked with
there´s bitches that like to suck dicks
walking around with small and big tit´s
hommies to drink and roll a blunt with
enemies to kick and hit with shit haha
I show no emotions, no expressions on my face
Inside my hearth chaos reigns, my mind fucked from smoking pod
Use every drug I can get my hands on without second thoughts
Ending up sprawled on the floor, wanting more and more
Got no breaks, repeating this sequence for three days straight
Multiply it 52 times, that’s 156 days that I take speed and M.D.M.A.
People don’t understand that it’s just the way I am
This is what I do, the opposite of you, you don’t understand
Don’t ask you to, just let me do my thing and stop bitching
Some got sport I got drugs others drink everybody has their thing
But if I ever slip away my friends r there to catch me
Pull me up out the slump I’m in and resurrect me
Covering my back like I cover theirs, like it’s meant to be
Knowing that, is all I need to keep going straight ahead
Live my life, enjoying every day I got until I’m dead
life is to good to be fucked with
there´s bitches that like to suck it
walking around with small and big tit´s
hommies to drink and roll a blunt with
enemies to kick and hit with shit haha
If I could turn back time and do things different, I wouldn’t
Some fucked up shit I change, most I just do the same, even if I shouldn’t
Mistakes r meant to be made, like organic tissue is meant to decay
I don’t plan anything, I just sit back and go along with it all
Will it end r will I fall, who really knows
Do I get back on my feet when facing a wall,
I take no detours go straight to my goal
Face my problems head on, don’t give a fuck if it starts a war
I don’t back off, if you in my way I take you down
All I need is a single shot to knock you out,
Fist unsheathed like a sword, can’t avoid destruction anymore
Hand to hand combat weapons, fire arms and poison
Don’t need it, man to man with bare skin, one on one, I’d still win
Rather I’m high, drunk r sober, It doesn’t matter,
You r like glass that gets shattert while I’m like water
I go with the flow, like water I can be ice cold
Become unbreakable for people I don’t know,
For people I know I’m soft to the bone, at times I let my emotions go
life is to good to be fucked with
there´s bitches that like to suck it
walking around with small and big tit´s
hommies to drink and roll a blunt with
enemies to kick and hit with shit haha
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Do you ever sit back and get a little too high,
Start thinking what happens to you when you die?
Does your soul rest where your coffin is?
Or is death just a metamorphosis?
Does life go on in the mental form?
If we live a good life will we get reborn?
Is it a heaven or we trapped in hell?
Where do we go from here, nobody came back to tell.
If we reincarnated or perish in time,
Could you shine, when darkness inherits your mind?
And your eyes closed for good, you out the galaxy now,
Is this subconscious dream my reality now?
Listen to brain, with no physical frame,
Could we return to the hood on a spiritual plane?
Ask yourself, "If I pass tonight,
Am I prepared for what's after life?
Could we come back, do we get left in the past?
Fuck that, i'ma kick death in the ass,
Become one with the creator, 'til my mind is greater,
Get insight so I could design and find data.
To a third eye, give me a bird's eye view,
Focus 'til my ghost is on a curf by you,
Watchin you mourn my death, like I’m lost in time,
But I’m with you even if I don't cross your mind.
When you ''pour out liquor, I’m catchin the Cognac,
When you pull out a spliff I’m catchin the contact.
Try to look after my people, that's trapped in evil
playin- craps and c-low, to get gats and kilos,
and still do some of the things that I love to do,
Hang on the streets, throw it up in a club or two.
See women and catch'em in their wildest dreams,
possess 'em, make'em do the wildest things.
And my peeps, what i'ma do, is pray that you blest,
And my kids, keep'em away from the angel of death,
So just in case if I pass tonight,
Yo, I’m prepared for what's after life.
B.I.G.
(The Ten Crack Commandments)
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get your game on track,
not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know how much dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy specially if that man fucked up,
get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
[Eminem]
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong
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Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
