Jadakiss, Faith Evans - Letter to B.I.G. lyrics
[Jadakiss, Faith Evans - Letter to B.I.G. lyrics]
Uh, huh! I ain't even good with writing
I don't even write shit i just felt
I had to write this letter to BIG
Niggas is acting like letter to BIG uh, yo
Dear Christopher "Frank White" Wallace
Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just want to holla
In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
You know I'm still the liquor
And the weed child
And still got Branson on speed dial
And everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice getting
Shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing their best, they separated
Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it
I seen Money L awhile ago but I
Ain't heard from Cease in a minute
People in power is queer
I could go on for a year 'bout how
It would be if you were still here
The game got cheaper
Rappers is more commercially successful now
But the heart's a lot weaker
You know me still got the
Flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense the top feature
It's easy BIG all you need is a pro-tool set
And I ain't touch the paper that
I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that
(Just a matter of time, matter of time)
I'm an impeccable lyricist
And with the right mechanics
I could take over be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss the light of the city
And I ain't on the label no
More but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan handle
Mine like a grown man
Long as I know I'm nice
Fuck it I'm my own fan
Remixed the joints you had
But, they could never ever
Duplicate your swag (Never)
Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans
And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there stepping with God
And down here Mister Cee in
BK still repping you hard t yanna so pretty
CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie
Just a little lighter but so witty
On your born day, we get the highest
Groovy still the best with the garments
He keep me the flyest
Tonight, Patron is dead
Only right that I take a bottle
Of Bacardi Limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
Cause not only was your time well-spent
It was splendid (thanks)
Miss you, my nigga
One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away
(That was my letter to BIG, nah'mean?)
You were everything - you were everything
(I felt it was only right
I really smoked with them niggas)
So we'll just keep our heads to the sky
(Drink wit 'em)
(Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)
Cause we know we're gonna see
You in the next lifetime (Real shit)
But, it's never easy saying good-bye
(See you when I get there, Biggie)
Saying - good-bye (Love you)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away
You were everything (Why you had to go away?)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away you were everything
(O-o-o-o hooo oooo hooo oooo hoooo)
I don't even write shit i just felt
I had to write this letter to BIG
Niggas is acting like letter to BIG uh, yo
Dear Christopher "Frank White" Wallace
Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just want to holla
In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
You know I'm still the liquor
And the weed child
And still got Branson on speed dial
And everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice getting
Shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing their best, they separated
Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it
I seen Money L awhile ago but I
Ain't heard from Cease in a minute
People in power is queer
I could go on for a year 'bout how
It would be if you were still here
The game got cheaper
Rappers is more commercially successful now
But the heart's a lot weaker
You know me still got the
Flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense the top feature
It's easy BIG all you need is a pro-tool set
And I ain't touch the paper that
I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that
(Just a matter of time, matter of time)
I'm an impeccable lyricist
And with the right mechanics
I could take over be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss the light of the city
And I ain't on the label no
More but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan handle
Mine like a grown man
Long as I know I'm nice
Fuck it I'm my own fan
Remixed the joints you had
But, they could never ever
Duplicate your swag (Never)
Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans
And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there stepping with God
And down here Mister Cee in
BK still repping you hard t yanna so pretty
CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie
Just a little lighter but so witty
On your born day, we get the highest
Groovy still the best with the garments
He keep me the flyest
Tonight, Patron is dead
Only right that I take a bottle
Of Bacardi Limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
Cause not only was your time well-spent
It was splendid (thanks)
Miss you, my nigga
One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away
(That was my letter to BIG, nah'mean?)
You were everything - you were everything
(I felt it was only right
I really smoked with them niggas)
So we'll just keep our heads to the sky
(Drink wit 'em)
(Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)
Cause we know we're gonna see
You in the next lifetime (Real shit)
But, it's never easy saying good-bye
(See you when I get there, Biggie)
Saying - good-bye (Love you)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away
You were everything (Why you had to go away?)
So we tried to hard to understand
Why you had to go away you were everything
(O-o-o-o hooo oooo hooo oooo hoooo)