| When it’s my last day, then it’s my last day
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| But until that day, you can’t take away
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| How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
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| Critically acclaimed, until my last day
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| Y’all better stand up or sit down, cause I’mma be here
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| Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
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| I’mma live it up, 'til I’m a hundred with gray hair
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| Glass house in Bel-Air that’s, high up in the mountain
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| Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
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| 'Til my last day, I’m goin hard
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| And I ain’t slowin up, 'til the Heliport’s in my back yard
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| 'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card
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| 'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I’m from
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| 'Til I show you how it’s done, show you why I’m number one
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| 'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet
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| 'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check
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| 'Til I’m at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher
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| With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah
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| In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker
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| 'Til I’m with Jehovah it ain’t over 'til it’s over
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| Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?
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| The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror
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| I built my career on, blood sweat and tears
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| And I’m still here, gettin stronger each year
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| Cause what don’t kill me, could only help build me
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| I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy
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| If being loyal’s a crime, then I’m so guilty
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| If you was missin a spine you’d still have to feel me
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| Some came and went but your girl is everlasting
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| 'Til the day I’m gasping (gasping)
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| And niggas droppin tears on my Versace casket
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| And I’m, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened?
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| Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion
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| By now they should realize I’m not the average rap chick
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| Ain’t nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
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| This is God’s plan homey, it ain’t mine
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| Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb
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| And the last breath leaves my lung, I’ll be
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| The big Q.B., the problem in Prada
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| The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
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| I been hated on many times, adored and idolized
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| Check your stats, I’m all that, bottom line
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| It’s all there in black and white, read it and weep
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| I’m the, perfect example of keepin it street
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| Cause when it’s all said and done and at the end of the day
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| My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
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| Yeah I’ll rep the hood, stood the test of time
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| So a cell’ll hold my body and never my mind
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| So, never mind any of y’all petty tactics
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| I’m gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
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| Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim’s the epitome
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| I’m the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Day, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song The Naked Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп