(feat. Clipse)    [Diddy]  Its Bad Boy bitch  Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.  Let's go    [Biggie]  Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions  Strictly gun testing, coke measuring  Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito  Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's  Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats  Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets  Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease  Muah!, may you rest in peace  With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours  Four-four, and fifty-four draw  As my pilot, steers my Leer  Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear  Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying  The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying  So don't you get suspicious  I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious  As I leave my competition, respirator style  Climb the ladder to success, escalator style  Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all  Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all)  I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)  You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)    [Biggie (chorus)]  Do you know where your going too  Just a memory...everybody dying  When I throw my clip in the AK  May you rest in peace  Your nobody till somebody kills you    Do you know where your goin too  Just a memory...so you better pack a pistol  Everybody dying, death controls y'all  Your nobody till somebody kills you    [Pusha T]  Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows  My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk  Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke  Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke  Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie  Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy  Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses  That carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursing  Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow  Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa  The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing  And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!)  On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping  You thought all the floss had me slipping?  Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing  Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing    [chorus]    [Malice]  Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad  On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar  A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car  Bentley coupe another short of the arnage  Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop  Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue  I was pushing keys in a V with no roof  Rich, black, two big guns and no coof  Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable  And that pretty much leave Malice at the table  Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle  Because Im a provider as long as I am able  This here hughe the most foolish of blues  When I tell my mom the price  She damn near sent me to my room  It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S  You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh    [chorus]    [Diddy]  Biggie Duets...  Born Again...  Life After Death...  Legacy lives on..and on, and on  These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG  shit you ain't even here..  Motherfuckers better step their game up..  Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!  Motherfuckers...