Notorious B.I.G.: Just a memory

[Diddy]Its Bad Boy bitchScram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.Let's go[Biggie]Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questionsStrictly gun testing, coke measuringGiving pleasure in the Benz-itoHitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny'sHope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleatsRun up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheetsSix up in your wig piece, nigga deceaseMuah!, may you rest in peaceWith my Sycamore style, more sicker than yoursFour-four, and fifty-four drawAs my pilot, steers my LeerYes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fearHere's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryingThe kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyingSo don't you get suspiciousI'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle ViciousAs I leave my competition, respirator styleClimb the ladder to success, escalator styleHold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'allBig 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)[Biggie (chorus)]Do you know where your going tooJust a memory...everybody dyingWhen I throw my clip in the AKMay you rest in peaceYour nobody till somebody kills youDo you know where your goin tooJust a memory...so you better pack a pistolEverybody dying, death controls y'allYour nobody till somebody kills you[Pusha T]Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blowsMy back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolkSpin out the work, as if its on a ten spokeSoul benefactor the benz, he made the rims pokeTrust me they can't touch P, in one touchieTurn drop-head coupe to dune-buggyAdmire the verses, their inspired by the hearsesThat carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursingImagine the glamour that comes out the flowOf a nigga who still play in the snow like SantaThe wrist is rushing, my ears is blushingAnd the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!)On the flipside, the steel I'm grippingYou thought all the floss had me slipping?Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffingLead give permanent concussion, your nothing[chorus][Malice]Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisadOn the face of rap, so we gon raise the barA mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the carBentley coupe another short of the arnageEven as a youth I was laudering the stoopUnderneath the nose, and the Feds had no clueI was pushing keys in a V with no roofRich, black, two big guns and no coofThings at the label, well they tend to get unstableAnd that pretty much leave Malice at the tableOr over the stove with the flame to the ladleBecause Im a provider as long as I am ableThis here hughe the most foolish of bluesWhen I tell my mom the priceShe damn near sent me to my roomIt's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-SYou don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh[chorus][Diddy]Biggie Duets...Born Again...Life After Death...Legacy lives on..and on, and onThese motherfuckers still can't see you BIGshit you ain't even here..Motherfuckers better step their game up..Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!Motherfuckers...