The Notorious B.I.G. - Never Dead lyrics

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The Notorious B.I.G. - Never Dead lyrics

[Biggie: Verse 1] All I want is b**hes, big-booty b**hes Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From staying in my business, what is this, relentless Approach to know if I'm broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock 16 shots for my n***as in the pen Until we motherf**ing meet again I'm doing rhymes now, f** the crimes now Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-a** crackers in the blue suits I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and b**hes s**ing dick The funk, baby [Chorus 2x} They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losing my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherf**ing mack, put the pistol to my head [2pac: Verse 2] Damned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do Now watch a young motherf**er pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young n***a time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh** I done seen a motherf**er peep pain At point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em Cause ain't no tellin' what ya might roll You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to k** a bull got a pistol motherf**er better pull it And even if they k** me They can never take the life of a young G [Chorus 2x] [Biggie: Verse 3] b**hes in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this n***a Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken n***as start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a f**ing fight broke out [2pac] I live Thug Life, and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G [Chorus] [2pac: Verse 4] Still on parole and I'm the first n***a servin' Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin' Kinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a k**in' Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops Gettin' high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a b**h to f** Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo [Biggie: Verse 5] So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked b**hes on the backside Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a n***a want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherf**ing helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, f** a misdeameanor Beating motherf**ers like Ike beat Tina [2pac: Verse 6] They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin' me down And facin' me now, what do I do? These things that a Thug goes through And still I rise

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