Just A Memory Lyrics

Just A Memory lyrics

It's Bad Boy bitch, Scram Jones, the Clipse B I G, let's go



Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions

Strictly gun testing, coke measuring

Giving pleasure in the Benzito

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

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, I spit phrases that'll thrill you

You're nobody till somebody kills you



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



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 glamor 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 flip side, 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



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



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 laundering 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 I'm a provider as long as I am able

This here hughe the most foolish of blues

When I tell my mother 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, uh



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



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