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1 Day At A Tym
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The Notorious B.I.G.
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I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, sh*t I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screaming ‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human being So they start smokin' weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape ‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly? Somebody else should try c*ckin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen a change unfold I'll keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed brings only misery Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Don't be afraid to try, too many of us die For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant, b*t*h got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin', black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of By some b*t*h named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my b*t*h swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble In the everyday struggle
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