Last Day (2005 Remaster|Explicit)-The Notorious B.I.G./The Lox

feat. The Lox

歌手 : The Notorious B.I.G. / The Lox

专辑 : Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition) [Explicit]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:19

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TXT Last Day (2005 Remaster|Explicit)-The Notorious B.I.G./The Lox 文本歌词

Last Day (feat. The Lox) (2005 Remaster|Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G./The Lox

Lyrics by：David Styles/Jason Phillips/Kejuan Muchita/Notorious B.I.G./Sean Jacobs

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me

Yo what's beef to you three n***as with hoodies and bats

That ain't s**t compared to one small cat with gats

When we came here we cut off all kind circulation

Breathin' eatin' the whole situation

When we do our s**t we do our s**t for real

While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats

Compose your own sheets that's aight but chill

I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot s**t

Rock top s**t you know how The LOX get

Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit

LOX and B-I hold our grica down for years

Gang not but we been had our black tears

N***as under the stairs only understand what we got

Underground all above must get shot

You couldn't book me Dano Sheek Luciano put the burners

To all y'all what n***a bring it I'm callin' y'all

You already know what it's about when I run up in your house

Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch

Hearin' you out is senseless perhaps for instance

I give this faggot a french kiss

Black gloves no prints dark tints

Word on the street they ain't heard from him since

You know about life after kickin' the kid in

Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams

Scri-dam the flow is forbidden

Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cause we swingin' iron

LOX and Poppa turning n***as into Jim Hoffa

Who gon' stop us

Your last joint double copper

You gettin' money or you're runnin' from the Feds

Ain't nothin' over here but 16 with one in the head

And I solemnly swear

That all y'all n***as out there got a problem this year

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me

Before you think of keepin' me down heatin' me down

The flow like water get deep and you drown

With no soul many n***as roll with no goal

Even the small gun got a little black hole

Your destiny is something you can never figure out

N***as is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth

There's a lot of killers but who the hell are you to blame

There's a lot of dead how the hell you take the pain

Live with it got money you better give with it

My man had the thug in him did his bid with it

Get married to the game but never have a kid with it

Advice from the wise slice the pies

Too many schemes devised when dreams collide

Teams provide war for the street to absorb

You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor

Only a blind thug'll fall in love with a w***e

Uhh uhh uhh

Who the f**k wanna squeeze

My Desert E's make MC's freeze

You wakin' up in cold sweats they just dreams

You still apologizin'

Analyzin' my size and your size and

Realizin' a fist fight would be asinine

You just pop wines I must pop nines

Genuine steel piece nozzle in your grill piece

You're shook up two bricks every cook up

We can hook up all I see is the future

Disrespect I shoot ya

By the way them bricks get flipped weekly

Sold by soldiers that mix w**d with the leak leak

Die for a dollar n***a life ain't sweet

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep

Our beef is my fiancé about to marry it

Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics

Why not they fit twelve up in the bedroom

Imagine what they stash is like make you a classic like

My first LP beef with me is unhealthy

F**k around and get an ulcer loose your pulse or

Collapsed lung look how many gats I brung

For them homos still doin' promos

Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo

Got shine to glow mo'

Nine hundred and ninety six grams you need four mo'

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me

Can I live 'til my last day

Hittin' honies that be na-sty

Gettin' money in the fast way

And I only care halfway

But I still can't let you pass me