| My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
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| Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
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| Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. |
| friend
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin
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| It’s the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
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| Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg and yell out «Jigga»
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| Yeah, that’s what we’ll yell out, yell out
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| You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
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| J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
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| Now he won’t even step to his idol to say hi
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| Standing there like a mime and let the chance pass by
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| Back of my mind, «He could change your life
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| With all these beats I did, at least let him hear it
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| At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig»
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| But he got me out my momma crib
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| Then he help me get my momma a crib
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| Big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
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| Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
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| Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. |
| friend
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin, begin
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| Let the story begin
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| If you feel the way I feel why don’t you wave your hands?
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| Fresh off the plane, I’m off to Baseline
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| Nothing handed out, I’m 'bout to take mine
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| 'round the same time of that Blueprint 1
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| And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for him
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| I’d play my little songs in that old back room
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| He’d bob his head and say «Damn! |
| Oh, that’s you?»
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| But by The Black Album, I was blacking out
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| Partyin' S.O.B.'s and we had packed a crowd
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| Big brother got his show up at Madison Square
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| And I’m like «Yeah, yeah, we gon' be there» but
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| Not only did I not get a chance to spit it
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| Carline told me I could buy two tickets
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| I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different
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| And kept little brother at bay, at a distance
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| But everything that I felt was more bogus
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| Only made me more focused, only wrote more potent
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| Only thing I wanna know is why I get looked over
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| I guess I’ll understand when I get more older
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| Big brother saw me at the bottom of the totem
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| Now I’m on the top and everybody on the scrotum
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| My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
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| Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
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| Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. |
| friend
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| No I.D. |
| my mentor, now let the story begin, begin
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| Let the story begin
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| If you feel the way I feel why don’t you wave your hands?
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| Have you ever walked in the shadow of a giant?
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| Not only a client, the Presidito, hola, Hovito
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| The game gettin' foul so here’s a free throw
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| I was always on the other side of the peephole
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| Then I dropped «Jesus Walks» now I’m on the steeple
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| And we know, «New Jack City"—got to keep my brother
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| But to be number one I’ma beat my brother
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| On that «Diamonds» remix I swore I spazzed
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| Then my big brother came through and kicked my ass
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| Sibling rivalry, only I could see
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| It was the pride in me that was drivin' me
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| At the Grammys I said, «I inspired me»
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| But my big brother who I always tried to be
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| When I kicked a flow it was like pick-and-roll
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| Cause even if he gave me the rock, it’s give-and-go
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| I guess Beanie’s style was more of a slam dunk
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| And my shit was more like a finger roll
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| But I had them singles though
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| And them hoes at the show gonna mingle, yo, heh, y’all know
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| I told Jay I did a song with Coldplay
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| Next thing I know he got a song with Coldplay
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| Back in my mind I’m like, «Damn, no way»
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| Translate, español: «No way, José»
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| Then I went and told Jay Brown
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| Shoulda known that was gonna come back around
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| Shoulda talked to you like a man, shoulda told you first
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| But I told somebody else and that’s what made shit worse
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| My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
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| So here’s a few words from ya kid brother
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| If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em
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| People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em
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| A idol in my eyes, god of the game
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| Heart of the City, Roc-a-Fella chain
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| Never be the same, never be another
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| Number one, Young Hov, also my big brother
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| My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
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| Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
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| Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. |
| friend
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| No I.D., my mentor, and that’s where the story ends
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| Toomp killed this shit |