The Notorious B.I.G., The LOX - Last Day lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., The LOX - Last Day lyrics]
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Yo what's beef to you
Three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one
Small cat with gats when we came here we cut
Off all kind circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your
Deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets
That's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
Then you can see me flyin'
In the Bentley cockpit
LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs only
Understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano
Sheek Luciano put the burners to all y'all
What nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when
I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and
Get the money out the couch
Hearin' you out is senseless
Perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
Heard from him since
You know about life after kickin' the kid in
Since me and my mi dan
Can flip seven gri dams
Scri dam, the flow is forbidden
Either you ridin' or you dyin'
'cause we swingin' iron
LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon' stop us? Your
Last joint double copper
You gettin' money or you're
Runnin' from the Feds
Ain't nothin' over here but 16
With one in the head and I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggas out there
Got a problem this year
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Before you think of keepin' me down
Heatin' me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
Even the small gun got a little black hole
Your destiny is something you
Can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
Blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers
But who the hell are you to blame
There's a lot of dead
How the hell you take the pain?
Live with it, got money
You better give with it
My man had the thug in him
Did his bid with it get married to the game
But never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You stashed in the ceiling and
You slept on the floor
Only a blind thug'll fall in
Love with a whore
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats
They just dreams you still apologizin'
Analyzin', my size and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece
Nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed
With the leak leak
Die for a dollar, nigga, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps
Wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like
Make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ulcer
Loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin' promos
Break both your legs, you're movin' slow-mo
Got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams
You need four mo'
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Yo what's beef to you
Three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one
Small cat with gats when we came here we cut
Off all kind circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your
Deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets
That's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
Then you can see me flyin'
In the Bentley cockpit
LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs only
Understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano
Sheek Luciano put the burners to all y'all
What nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when
I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and
Get the money out the couch
Hearin' you out is senseless
Perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
Heard from him since
You know about life after kickin' the kid in
Since me and my mi dan
Can flip seven gri dams
Scri dam, the flow is forbidden
Either you ridin' or you dyin'
'cause we swingin' iron
LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon' stop us? Your
Last joint double copper
You gettin' money or you're
Runnin' from the Feds
Ain't nothin' over here but 16
With one in the head and I solemnly swear
That all y'all niggas out there
Got a problem this year
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Before you think of keepin' me down
Heatin' me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
Even the small gun got a little black hole
Your destiny is something you
Can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
Blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers
But who the hell are you to blame
There's a lot of dead
How the hell you take the pain?
Live with it, got money
You better give with it
My man had the thug in him
Did his bid with it get married to the game
But never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You stashed in the ceiling and
You slept on the floor
Only a blind thug'll fall in
Love with a whore
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats
They just dreams you still apologizin'
Analyzin', my size and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece
Nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed
With the leak leak
Die for a dollar, nigga, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps
Wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like
Make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ulcer
Loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin' promos
Break both your legs, you're movin' slow-mo
Got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams
You need four mo'
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me