text: Early today as he left a party in Los Angeles, Wallace, also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a passing vehicle
  He had been named Rap Artist of the Yea-
  By shooting Saturday night, that story tops our world headline
  To promote peace, rapper 2Pac Shakur is also pictured in the mural
  The two rappers were rumored to be rivals, but police say they are not aware of any connection in the murders
  Im flaming gats, aiming at, these...
  Maniacs put my name in rap
  So part the game is that like it hustle backwards
  I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you cant touch me
  Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy
  You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me
  Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy
  Now you rest internally sleepy, you burn when you creep me
  Rest where the worms and the weak be
  My nine flies baptize rap guys
  With the holy ghost I put holes in most you hold your toast shaky
  Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do
  Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe
  Skied it out weed it out
  Cleaning out, the block for distances
  Giving long kisses
  Yeah... thats right
  Baby
  Thats how we do it
  Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me
  Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
  Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
  My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
  See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
  That used to be real, but now theyre petrified bitches
  Im tryna be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
  Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
  Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
  Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone
  Bitches be warned, word is bond youll get torn
  Im bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
  And then its on, before I leave picture me
  Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
  Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it
  Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
  This Thug Life, nigga we dont cater to you hoes
  Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s
  Hahahahaha, yeah nigga
  Thug Life
  How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
  And my body start to shake