Uncle Murda - The Cypher: The Notorious B.I.G. Tribute lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Cease] n***a, what you won't we will do For instance, trying to [...] your body from the mildew f**ing with me is like walking on thin ice with a steel shoe Shoot your grandmother, thou shots should k** you Sixteen years still B.I. to the d**h While you middle-level balling n***as fall a nest I'm trying to eat That's a vegan flow with no beef And I love it like [?] with no teeth Y'all n***as just a waste of air like slow leaks While we k** n***as dead on tracks, cold cheeks You f**ing with a don, get you cut like a coupon Bloody like a newborn, posted like a photon n***as bleed just like us, that's what Big said All my n***as ready to die because Big did Yeah, and I'm a hardbody rider Brooklyn n***a to the d**h, yes, a outsider [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Tell me what the f** an angel does From seeing kids who ain't aged enough Getting high of angel dust From NY to Los Angeles, it ain't no love In the heart of the city looking where their car at or their Pontiac Get cardiac arrest if you feel risky Real pissy, I change cheese to real [?] and Cats used to yawn on his raps now look at him sh** ain't been the same since the n***as started booking him Bullet with your pin up looking sharper than bulletin With pin-stripes and hollow tip bullets in it He's something that you'd invest in Catch him on Late Night, but he ain't interesting Pop up and poop out something like intestines It's no correction cause the mic been checking The only time be asking is when he be s**ing My team like Teenage Mutants and X-Men Fire spark when I be stepping, he the human torch Inhale it, fules of all sorts of course Steez taught me how to store in my ball shorts So we stopped by the D, we never get caught I say it again, we face L's, but never lost Here to be a baller, but fell six feet short Each day in this living hell, feel remorsed But he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed I'm off [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] March 9th is Biggie day Any one of them dudes could get it from Snoop to Dre Nah, don't say that - they be on some chill sh** You know me, I can't help but say some real sh** Man, especially when it come to Big I'm getting high like damn they took him from his kids Oh, we let them co*kroaches k** a legend Ain't nobody out here but me repping Man, I grew up listening to Big Had shootouts after I finished listening to Big Dawg, if I ain't rep Big the most Then the real Rick Ross never seen a brick of coke For Big I feed a n***a the whole clip Let me catch a n***a that ran with the d**h Row clique R.I.P. to best manager - Chris Lighty Before he died he had got LA Reid to sign me [Verse 4: Maino] Yeah, coming from the BK where they don't hesitate to waste life Underworld, where we sleep days and up nights Only live once so I'm out on the streets like Should I go and find a strip club or find Christ? Lord, I need a skinny chick with fat lips It ain't been a n***a repping this hard since fat Chris Get it? I run Brooklyn like Big did it Chick in my crib won't leave like Big spirit I'm trying to get it and keep going Audemar bright, can't hide it, keep glowing All of my life been real, it keep showing She said it's too big just [?] I want it all, no pleasing him This the mafia, screaming like Ceas' and 'em My pants keep falling, I'm cheesing 'em The hand of God get smacked by Jesus' son So keep debating if I'm nice or not While I'm debating should I f** his wife or not Let her bring a friend with her now, it's [?] One room, two chick, dive in, why not? I'm on that bullsh** anyway No license on the Rolls Royce anyway Bedstuy we gone celebrate Biggie Day March 9th, it's a big day everyday [Verse 5: Fred the Godson] I'm on track like the money train I sold coke so the money came Hold up, I sold coke soda, money came Mother writing my uncle, she had to lick the stamp No food in the fridge, they having liquor stamps Had to go to the stripping land Had to get my camp under [?], sh**, forget the rent [?] conviction, father fighting addiction You gotta go like a tree, we gotta leave these conditions What do you do when you look into an hourgla**? Whole team stitches, y'all start looking like [?] Plus y'all know the block earning Nevermind them shots burning New body Tahoe, the block swerving Since March 9th I never did like them box suburbans He used to camp with me Now I might light up his livingroom being that he used to lamp with me Stop amping me, y'all nothing but some ants to me Running around in the garden, come holla Anthony But on some real sh** I'm who y'all go to when you wanna hear some sh** Now this the difference I got a crib and a studio Your crib is a studio, we got different rents It's nothing, sh** My chain named Lim Kim cause its f**ing big [Verse 6: Joell Ortiz] Who shot ya? You shot who? Answer the question Questions better we answered or I'm advancing a weapon When the weapons advancing everything stops So stop everything or everything shot I done shot everything, that's not a good look I look good, write good hooks, I hook good Have your hood shook, I shook hoods Trust me, me trust anybody, never Too many dudes change like the weather I make the weather change, bring rain to your sweater On a nice day give you a slight chill Chill slightly with that ice grill I grill ice and get it yap Yap dudes who ain't get it And clap at dudes who try to get it back Getting back to this rap, I'm so nice Nice so much, mucher the people prefer to hear it twice I'm so nice, nice so much, mucher the people prefer to hear it twice Get it? It get ugly when I'm in a booth Booths I get in get so hot they gotta build a sunroof I roof sun chairs, one by one, yeah She ain't wanting my sons, ain't no one on ones, kid You get your clique jumped like Kriss Kross Fam in the waiting room and all of their fingers kriss crossed Double cross Chris nephew Chris Wallace, me miss you Pop Cristal for Jay, he kept Brooklyn official When you bump into Christopher Rios Tell Joell Christopher Ortiz is repping Puerto Rico YAOWA