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It Has Been Said

It has been, it has been, it has been, it has beenIt 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, yeahIt's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' 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 usWe watched, so many Biggie backed off of

Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap

Statistically in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact

These tragic events, which lead us backTo where we left off on March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes

And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights

And, once they're on us this is our lives

Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the longestAnd he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest

In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from

It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin'

Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horrifiesAnd applies to his persona or the sizes

In his entourage, that intimidates the people

To the point that you know that he's gangster

He ain't just say shit, you just believe itSince B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big

I'm been about my business since then, so anxious

It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn

This I took in, sent chills through my skinVicious, I'm experiencin' the same sights as him

It's what excited Obie to write these poems

Rollin', goin' through the same shit he spoken

Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life

Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my mind

Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind

Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grindGet up out the system, who could give him better signs?

No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes

So, possibly I'd be popular, huh?

That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind

Enter 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 messCritics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin'

All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion

And I'm addressin' the adolescents absent to who he is

The original king of New York, Christopher WallaceThis is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna

And teach her that with all the drama, don't even bother

On repeat, all of your albums play back to back

And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intactAn immaculate concept, extravagant progress

Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin', "God bless"

Regardless to critics yellin' that East, West

I seen the game losin', I'm just pressin' the resetAnd when the resurrection of you shines through an individual

Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally

I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest

Whether it's Queens or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom, nigga

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