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Uh, uh, uh, uh

Chorus x2
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu
Look at the life that I been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official


Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga shit
Real niggaz listen up and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules
So I, got in 'em shoes, tried 'em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island
And Lord held me down and
My surroundings started changing
I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
Niggaz started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thang
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc
Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts
He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox
Only niggaz in New York with number one charts
B.I.G. was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggaz
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it on the Purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way(?)
BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggaz
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggaz'
Had much Versace swagger
B.I.G. admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this bullshit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit

[Chorus]

Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin
Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missing pieces I had to leave out
I had lot trust for Steve Stoute
At some point till I got to know him
We old friends, but what's loyal?
Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me
Cause previously it would have been, against whoever
Friends forever
However, I learn, with some niggaz it's all business
But I'm a street dude with morals
To diss niggaz with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot
A quiet man who used to be alone planning
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
She hit the streets, later on she hittin the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow
Tauht her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper longer
Illmatic I was boss
It Was Written I flossed
One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores
In the Firm I learned I am Nastradamus
QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems
I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama
She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
I told her not till I see her health get more strong
In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assasinate my character, degrade my hood
Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood
What you want, see, I already had
The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo
It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo..

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Chorus
Uh, uh, uh, uh      Chorus x2   Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ   He's just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu   Look at the life that I been through   I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official         Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars   Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?   But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga shit   Real niggaz listen up and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start   Off top I brung Queens up from hard times   Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine   It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools   The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules   So I, got in 'em shoes, tried 'em wore them   Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em   Young murderers ride, I knew all them   Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring   I wrote it in my album   I was 18 when Lake seen the Island   And Lord held me down and   My surroundings started changing   I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ   Niggaz started noticing my flow and was open when   The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men   Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang   Snoop and Dre had a new thang   So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects   He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit   BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc   Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts   He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox   Only niggaz in New York with number one charts   B.I.G. was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggaz   But dig it, they couldn't get along   That's when Ghostface said it on the Purple tape   Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way(?)   BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang   And Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing   But I borrowed from both them niggaz   Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggaz'   Had much Versace swagger   B.I.G. admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper   Today don't know nothing, about this bullshit   There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit      [Chorus]      Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin   Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on   There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song   There's some missing pieces I had to leave out   I had lot trust for Steve Stoute   At some point till I got to know him   We old friends, but what's loyal?   Puff soaked Interscope offices   With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me   Cause previously it would have been, against whoever   Friends forever   However, I learn, with some niggaz it's all business   But I'm a street dude with morals   To diss niggaz with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot   I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot   A quiet man who used to be alone planning   Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it   She hit the streets, later on she hittin the sheets   With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong   I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow   Tauht her street shit that I know   Her weakness was shine yo   But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger   Now I get my paper longer   Illmatic I was boss   It Was Written I flossed   One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores   In the Firm I learned I am Nastradamus   QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems   I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama   She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her   We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs   I told her not till I see her health get more strong   In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack   Assasinate my character, degrade my hood   Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go   The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood   What you want, see, I already had   The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last   I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper   G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after   I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo   It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo..      Uhh, uhh, uhh      Chorus