| Uh huh! |
| I ain’t even good with writin
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| I don’t even write shit
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| I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG
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| Niggas is actin like… letter to BIG
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| Uh, yo Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace
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| Yeah it’s your boy Kiss I just wanna holla
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| In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
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| Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
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| You know I’m still the liquor and the weed child
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| And still got Branson on speed dial
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| And everybody’s the king now
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| You ain’t gotta be nice gettin shot is the thing now
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| Mafia was doin there best they seperated
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| Now Roc and Gutta doin a stretch, uh, yeah
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| Kim is still in it to win it I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain’t heard from Cease in a minute
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| People in power is queer
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| I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here
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| The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now
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| But the heart’s alot weaker
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| You know me still got the flow that’ll pop speakers
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| First option on offense the top feature
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| It’s easy BIG all you need is a protool set
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| And I ain’t touch the paper that I was supposed to yet
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| Everybody that’s somebody show respect
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| Only a matter of time before they notice that
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| I’m an impecable lyricist
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| And with the right mechanics, I could take over be clear of this
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| They well aware of Kiss the light of the city
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| And I ain’t on the label no more but I’m tighter with Diddy
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| I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man
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| Long as I know I’m nice, fuck it I’m my own fan
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| Remixed the joints you had
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| But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (Never)
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| Meanwhile I’m a keep it so on my lil’plans
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| And you might bump into a few of my lil’mans
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| Up there steppin with God
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| Down here Mister Cee in BK still reppin you hard
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| Tianna so pretty, CJ turned into a Lil’Biggie
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| Just a little lighter but so witty
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| On your born day, we get the highest
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| Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest
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| Tonight, Patron is dead
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| Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Lim? |
| n to the head
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| And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
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| 'Cause not only was your time well-spent, it was splendid (thanks)
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| …Miss you, my nigga
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| One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)
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| (Jadakiss)
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| So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
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| (That was my letter to B.I.G., nahmean?)
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| You were everything — you were everything
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| (I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas)
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| (Jadakiss)
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| So we’ll just keep our heads to the sky (Drink wit 'em)
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| (Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)
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| 'Cause we know we’re gonna see you in the next lifetime (Real shit)
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| But it’s never easy saying good-byyyyye
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| (See you when I get there, Biggie)
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| Saying — good-byyyyyyyyyyye (Love you)
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| So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
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| You were everything (Why you had to go awaaaaaay?)
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| So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
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| You were everything (Oooo-hooo-oooo-hooo-oooo-hoooo…) |