You know very well who you are
Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
’cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty
Remember rappin’ duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri
Funkmaster flex, lovebug starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
Juicy
I wished all these dead rappers were here.
RIP Biggie