Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You), artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) |
| Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
| I will fear no evil -- for you are with me |
| Your rod and your staff, they comfort me |
| You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies |
| You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows |
| Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life |
| And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever |
| Niggas in my faction don’t like asking questions |
| Strictly gun testing, coke measuring |
| Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito |
| Hitting fanny, spending chips at Manny’s |
| Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats |
| Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets |
| 6 up in your wig piece, nigga decease |
| Muah, may you rest in peace |
| With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours |
| Four-four and fifty-four draw |
| There’s my pilot, steers my Lear; |
| yes, my dear |
| Shit’s official, only the Feds I fear |
| Here’s a tissue, stop your blood clot crying |
| The kids, the dog, everybody dying — no lying |
| So don’t you get suspicious |
| I’m Big Dangerous you’re just a Lil Vicious |
| As I leave my competition, respirator style |
| Climb the ladder to success escalator style |
| Hold y’all breath, I told y’all — death controls y’all |
| Big don’t fold y’all, uhh |
| I spit phrases that’ll thrill you |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| Watch Casino, I’m the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino |
| Ask Nino, he know |
| Green with envy, the green tempts me |
| To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese |
| Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty |
| Live happily ever after in laughter |
| Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster |
| And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead |
| 3 of mine dead, nothing left to do |
| But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed |
| Incidents like this I take trips |
| Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) |
| Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour |
| Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore |
| Told me meet 'em in the future later, they’ll take me shopping |
| Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators |
| Introduce me to player haters and heavy weighters |
| Rich bitch shit, drinking Cristal |
| Til they piss the shit, uhh |
| Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches |
| Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me |
| Reminisce on dead friends too |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You can be the shit, flash the fattest five |
| Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit |
| You ain’t worth spit, just a memory |
| Remember he used to drive the ch&agne Range |
| (I remember that) |
| Silly cat, wore suede in the rain |
| Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame |
| Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane |
| I can’t recall his name, you mean that kid |
| That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? |
| Getting his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?" |
| A fucking shame, dude’s the lame, what’s his name? |
| Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You’re nobody til somebody kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |
| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you |
| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |