Just A Memory Lyrics - Duet - Notorious B.i.g.

Its Bad Boy bitch 

Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G. 

Let's go 

Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions 

Strictly gun testing, coke measuring 

Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito 

Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's 

Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats 

Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets 

Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease 

Muah!, may you rest in peace 

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours 

Four-four, and fifty-four draw 

As my pilot, steers my Leer 

Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear 

Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying 

The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying 

So don't you get suspicious 

I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious 

As I leave my competition, respirator style 

Climb the ladder to success, escalator style 

Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all 

Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all) 

I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you) 

You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die) 

Do you know where your going too 

Just a memory... everybody dying 

When I throw my clip in the AK 

May you rest in peace 

Your nobody till somebody kills you 

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Do you know where your goin too 

Just a memory... so you better pack a pistol 

Everybody dying, death controls y'all 

Your nobody till somebody kills you 

Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows 

My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk 

Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke 

Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke 

Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie 

Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy 

Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses 

That carried my niggaz, 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 

The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing 

And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!) 

On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping 

You thought all the floss had me slipping? 

Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing 

Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing 

Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad 

On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar 

A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car 

Bentley coupe another short of the arnage 

Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop 

Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue 

I was pushing keys in a V with no roof 

Rich, black, two big guns and no coof 

Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable 

And that pretty much leave Malice at the table 

Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle 

Because Im a provider as long as I am able 

This here hughe the most foolish of blues 

When I tell my mom the price 

She damn near sent me to my room 

It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S 

You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh 

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. 

Motherfuckers better step their game up. 

Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time! 

Motherfuckers... 

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