The Notorious B.I.G., Eminem, Obie Trice, Diddy - It Has Been Said lyrics

It has been said that there has
Been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going
Out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted
All over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us
While we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many piggybacked off of
Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks
History in rap
Statistically in fact it's so sad
To see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th
To come from such hard knock lives
And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, once they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
To see who can last the longest
And he who lasts the longest
Must be the strongest
In this concrete jungle where this dog
Eat dog mentality comes from it's origin
Which is usually originated from
Cats who starving
Or it could just be somebody's aura
That just horri-fies
And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entou rage that intimidates the people
To the point that you know that he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it

Since BIG taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then
So anxious
It ain't how we live, it's what he said
He did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, I'm experiencing the same
Sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same
Shit he spoken open up my eyes so there's
No limit in them skies
When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
Palming that forty-five
Plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd
So many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line
And get up on my grind
Get up out the system
Who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga BI

I took him from coal to diamond
I molded his mind
Into the most phenomenal artist of
Any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
Backpackers and press who said my
House was a mess critics lashed
Said I made a fortune off of his passing
All I did was build a
Dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolescents absent
To who he is the original king of New York
Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's honor
I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all
The drama don't even bother on repeat
All of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave
'cause our friendship's intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart
I'm yelling "God bless"
Regardless to critics yelling that East west
I seen the game losing
I'm just pressing the reset
And when the resurrection of you
Shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same
Crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem
It'll be instant stardom, nigga
(nigga)