Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Last Day
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Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Last Day
Intro/Chorus: The LoxCan I live til my last dayHittin honies that be na-styGettin money in the fast wayAnd I only care halfwayBut I still can't let you pass me( )[The Lox]Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and batsThat ain't shit compared to one small cat with gatsWhen we came here we cut off all kind circulationBreathin, eatin, the whole situationWhen we do our shit we do our shit for realWhile you take your money for your deal and make your own beatsCompose your own sheets, that's aight but chillI'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shitRock top shit you know how The Lox getThen you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpitLox and B-I, hold our grica down for yearsGang not, but we been had our black tearsNiggaz under the stairs only understand what we gotUnderground, all above must get shotYou couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burnersto all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'allYou already know what it's about when I run up in your housePut the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couchHearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instanceI give this faggot a french kissBlack gloves, no prints, dark tintsWord on the street they ain't heard from him sinceYou know about life after kicked the kid inSince me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-damsScri-dam the flow is forbidd-enEither you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin ironLox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim HoffaWho gon stop us, it's your last joint double copperYou gettin money or your runnin from the FedsAin't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the headAnd I solemnly swearThat all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this yearChorus: repeat 2X[The Lox]Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me downThe flow like water get deepe and you drownwith no soul, many niggaz roll with no doughEven the small Dunn got a little black holeYour destiny is somethin you can never figure outNiggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouthThere's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?Live with it got money you better get with itMy man had the thug in him did his bid with itGet married to the game but never have a kid with itAdvice from the wise, slice the piesToo many schemes divides, when dreams collideTeams provide, war for the street to absorbStashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floorOnly a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhh, uhhWho the fuck wanna squeeze?