The Notorious B.I.G. Feat. The LOX Last Day Lyrics

Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still cant let you pass me

[the lox]
Yo whats beef to you, three n____z with hoodies and bats
That aint s___ compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin, eatin, the whole situation
When we do our s___ we do our s___ for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, thats aight but chill
Ima spend that mil and cop only hot s___
Rock top s___ you know how the lox get
Then you can see me flyin in the bentley c___pit
Lox and b-i, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
n____z under the stairs only understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldnt book me dano, see luciano put the burners
To all yall, what n____ bring it Im callin yall

You already know what its about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this f__got a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they aint heard from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
Lox and poppa, turning n____z into jim hoffa
Who gon stop us, its your last joint double copper
You gettin money or your runnin from the feds
Aint nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all yall n____z out there got a problem this year

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[the lox]
Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
The flow like water get deepe and you drown
With no soul, many n____z roll with no dough
Even the small dunn got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
n____z is never happy til theres blood up in your mouth
Theres 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 it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Only a blind dovell fall in love with a w____

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the f___ wanna squeeze?
My desert ease make mcs freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, a___yzin, my size and your size and
Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
Youre shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar n____, life aint sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in farragut with arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first lp, beef with me is unhealthy
f___ around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them h___s, still doin promos
Break both your legs youre movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo

Chorus: repeat til fade