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    The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Eminem, Obie Trice & Diddy – It Has Been Said [2005]

    DiddyEminemObie TriceThe Notorious B.I.G.

    [Verse 1: Eminem]
    It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed
    Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
    Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
    Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
    It’s scary ain’t it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
    Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
    Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
    Notorious tried to warn us
    We watched, so many piggybacked off of
    Biggie’s back and ‘Pac’s, landmarks, history in rap
    Statistically in fact; it’s so sad to see us re-enact
    These tragic events, which lead us back
    To where we left off on March 9th
    To come from such hard knock lives
    And make it up out of ’em, hit the spotlights
    And, once they’re on us this is our lives
    Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
    To see who can last the longest
    And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest
    In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
    It’s origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
    Or it could just be somebody’s horror, that just horri-fies
    And applies to his persona or the sizes
    In his entou-rage, that intimidates the people
    To the point that you know that he’s gangster
    He ain’t just say shit, you just believe it

    [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
    Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
    I’m been about my business since then, so anxious
    It ain’t how we live, it’s what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
    This I took in, sent chills through my skin
    Vicious, I’m experiencing the same sights as him
    It’s what excited Obie to write these poems
    Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
    Open up my eyes so there’s no limit in them skies
    When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
    Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
    Then that crooked eye Jamaican I’d so many times rewind
    Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
    Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
    No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
    So possibly I’d be popular, huh?
    That’s the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I

    [Verse 3: Diddy]
    I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
    Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
    I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
    Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
    Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing
    All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion
    And I’m addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
    The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
    This is a promise on Diddy’s honor, I’m a father T’Yanna
    And teach her that with all the drama don’t even bother
    On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
    And I visit your grave cause our friendship’s intact
    An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
    Bullet wounds left in my heart, I’m yelling “God bless”
    Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
    I seen the game losing, I’m just pressing the reset
    And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
    Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
    I’mma pay homage, Brooklyn’s finest
    Whether it’s Queens or Harlem it’ll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)

    DiddyEminemObie TriceThe Notorious B.I.G.

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