The Notorious B.I.G., Clipse - Just a Memory lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., Clipse - Just a Memory lyrics]
Its Bad Boy bitch scram Jones the Clipse bIG
Let's go
Niggas 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 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)
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til 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 it's 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 niggas
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
You're nothing
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
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 loitering 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 mom the price
She damn near sent me to my room
It's the M-A-L-IC-IO-U-S
You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh
Biggie Duets born Again life After Death
Legacy lives onand 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
Let's go
Niggas 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 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)
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til 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 it's 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 niggas
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
You're nothing
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Do you know where you're going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
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 loitering 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 mom the price
She damn near sent me to my room
It's the M-A-L-IC-IO-U-S
You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh
Biggie Duets born Again life After Death
Legacy lives onand 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