| And the question remains,
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| Why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles
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| And who was responsible?
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| I’m feelin' some type of way
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| Can somebody explain why? |
| (who shot ya)
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| Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
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| I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)
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| Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
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| They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
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| It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
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| And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
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| Somebody knows
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| We were havin' a good time up in the party
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| Even though we wasn’t really speakin' at the time
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| And we never got to have a conversation
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| That still weighs heavy on my mind
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| Busy ignorin' each other
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| We didn’t know if we be over
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| In just a matter of time (neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots)
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| I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind
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| And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time
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| I’m feelin' some type of way
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| Can somebody explain why? |
| (who shot ya)
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| Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
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| I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)
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| Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
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| They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
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| It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
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| And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
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| Somebody knows
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| Can’t believe it’s been this long
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| Twenty years have come and gone
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| There is so much we need to know (Old school, new school need to learn though)
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| And until I get some kind of resolution
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| I cannot choose to let go (yeah)
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| No help from the police
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| Only hang on to the memories
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| Whoever did it better stay low-key
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| 'Cause it’s hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
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| I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind (damn near lost
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| my mind)
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| And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time
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| I’m feelin' some type of way
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| Can somebody explain why? |
| (who shot ya)
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| Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
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| I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)
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| Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
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| They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
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| It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
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| And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
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| Somebody knows
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| I don’t even know where to start and it’s very hard to address it
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| A conversation still that most niggas don’t want to mess with
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| Continue his blessings I send to you and Mama Wallace
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| To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet
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| While I give you these bars, I try not to lose my composure
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| It has been twenty years and yes you still lookin' for closure
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| Still can’t try over bein' a baby, not havin' my father
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| My heart continues to go after CJ and T’yanna
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| Tryna avoid truckin' 'bout it, not to revisit the drama
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| Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma
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| Big Poppa, yes, we will rep your legacy proper
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| And now downtown to provide the answers in your honor
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| Frank and Pac, I hope y’all had the chance to talk in heaven fellas
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| About the truth that really led to why y’all both ain’t here to tell us
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| Y’all probably up there talkin' about who really fuckin' did it
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| Maybe you a sinners should sign with some honest answers in it
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| I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flex and
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| Even after all this time, we could never fully accept it
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| From Western house Brooklyn to bein' one of the great
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| To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake
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| The Notorious B.I.G. |
| was silenced forever, and Los Angeles are searching for
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| his killer |