Lyrics Last Day (feat. The Lox).lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
[id: rssgomrf]
[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Life After Death]
[ti: Last Day (feat. The LOX)]
[length: 04:20]
[00:11.45]Can I live til my last day
[00:12.87]Hittin honies that be na-sty
[00:14.47]Gettin money in the fast way
[00:16.09]And I only care halfway
[00:17.99]But I still can’t let you pass me
[00:20.63]Yo what’s beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats
[00:23.22]That ain’t shit compared to one small cat with gats
[00:25.99]When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
[00:28.39]Breathin, eatin, the whole situation
[00:30.90]When we do our shit we do our shit for real
[00:33.51]While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
[00:36.27]Compose your own sheets, that’s aight but chill
[00:38.84]I’ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
[00:41.26]Rock top shit you know how The Lox get
[00:43.93]Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
[00:46.56]Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
[00:49.26]Gang not, but we been had our black tears
[00:51.68]Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got
[00:54.28]Underground, all above must get shot
[00:56.66]You couldn’t book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
[00:59.28]To all y’all, what nigga bring it I’m callin y’all
[01:01.97]You already know what it’s about when I run up in your house
[01:04.53]Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
[01:06.91]Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
[01:10.16]I give this faggot a french kiss
[01:12.04]Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
[01:14.69]Word on the street they ain’t heard from him since
[01:17.36]You know about life after kicked the kid in
[01:19.79]Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
[01:22.32]Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
[01:24.78]Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
[01:27.33]Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa
[01:30.58]Who gon stop us, it’s your last joint double copper
[01:32.95]You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
[01:35.03]Ain’t nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head
[01:37.77]And I solemnly swear
[01:39.88]That all y’all niggaz out there got a problem this year
[01:42.75]Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
[02:06.36]The flow like water get deepe and you drown
[02:08.46]With no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough
[02:10.85]Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
[02:13.47]Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
[02:15.82]Niggaz is never happy til there’s blood up in your mouth
[02:18.59]There’s a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
[02:21.43]A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
[02:23.86]Live with it got money you better get with it
[02:26.24]My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
[02:28.98]Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
[02:31.24]Advice from the wise, slice the pies
[02:33.92]Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
[02:36.35]Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
[02:39.20]Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
[02:41.48]Only a blind dove’ll fall in love with a whore
[02:44.17]Uhh, uhh, uhh
[02:46.82]Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
[02:48.44]My Desert Ease make MC’s freeze
[02:50.83]You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
[02:53.11]You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
[02:56.90]Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
[02:59.52]You just pop wines I must pop nines
[03:01.64]Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
[03:04.57]You’re sup, two bricks, every cook up
[03:07.45]We can up, all I see is the future
[03:09.83]Disrespect, I shoot ya
[03:12.02]By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
[03:14.18]Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
[03:17.39]Die for a dollar nigga, life ain’t sweet
[03:19.91]Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
[03:22.33]I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
[03:25.56]Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
[03:27.67]Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
[03:30.30]Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
[03:32.93]My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
[03:35.38]Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
[03:38.28]Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
[03:40.36]For them homos, still doin promos
[03:42.44]Break both your legs you’re movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo’
[03:45.64]Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo’
[03:48.34]Year of Release: 1997