text: 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
  Its scary, aint 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
  Biggies back and Pacs, landmarks, history in rap
  Statistically in fact; its 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 theyre 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
  Its origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
  Or it could just be somebodys 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 hes gangster
  He aint just say shit, you just believe it
  Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
  Im been about my business since then, so anxious
  It aint how we live, its what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
  This I took in, sent chills through my skin
  Vicious, Im experiencing the same sights as him
  Its what excited Obie to write these poems
  Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
  Open up my eyes so theres 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 Id 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 Id be popular, huh?
  Thats the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
  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 Im addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
  The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
  This is a promise on Diddys honor, Im a father TYanna
  And teach her that with all the drama dont even bother
  On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
  And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact
  An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
  Bullet wounds left in my heart, Im yelling God bless
  Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
  I seen the game losing, Im just pressing the reset
  And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
  Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
  Ima pay homage, Brooklyns finest
  Whether its Queens or Harlem itll be instant stardom, nigga