Just the Memory - Xpithxt

(Diddy) Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G. Let's go (Biggie) Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin 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 Six 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 As my pilot, steers my Leer 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 dyin, no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle 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, (big don't fold y'all) I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you) You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die) (Biggie) (chorus) Do you know where your going too Just a memory... everybody dying When I throw my clip in the AK May you rest in peace Your nobody till somebody kills you Do you know where your goin too Just a memory... so you better pack a pistol Everybody dying, death controls y'all Your nobody till somebody kills you (Pusha T) Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses That carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursing Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!) On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping You thought all the floss had me slipping? Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing (Chorus) (Malice) Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car Bentley coupe another short of the arnage Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns and no coof Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable And that pretty much leave Malice at the table Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle Because Im a provider as long as I am able This here hughe the most foolish of blues When I tell my mom the price She damn near sent me to my room It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh (Chorus) (Diddy) Biggie Duets... Born Again... Life After Death... Legacy lives on.and on, and on These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG Shit you ain't even here. Motherfuckers better step their game up. Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time! Motherfuckers...

I feel like I'm way too cocky Motherfucker try to stop me Xpithxt you fucking got me You switched up and now you lost me Know I'm bout to set the tone 808 no megaphone .45 I grip the chrome Fooled you twice then too ya dome Smith n Wesson cortisol I leave them fuckers stressin (Yeah) Muy alto extendo tall I leave them with a blessing (Yeah) Shot the leg they try to crawl so I teach them a lesson (Yeah) I stomp them then I drop the molotov give them an essence (Yeah) Drifting the west to hide a body in the east And all that truth was keep it strapped We bout to smoke your ass to sleep And this ain't fighting overseas but now I gotta burn your fleet I got that blood up on my cleats and I cannot accept retreat (Fuck it) I feel like I'm way too cocky Motherfucker try to stop me Xpithxt you fucking got me You switched up and now you lost me Know I'm bout to set the tone 808 no megaphone .45 I grip the chrome Fooled you twice then too ya dome

(All that shit man) (I hate how statistics impact my emotions now) (I fucking hate it) (What is this even?) (I don't fucking know) I'm just aimless Always painless bitch I really do not care The fucking monster in your closet motherfucker why you scared? Topping charts again Living like I mean it (Heh) Track that then I start again Ive been overseas bitch All the pressure it can't get to me Pussies used to laugh at me Nowadays you ask me for some shit and its so sad to see I do shit its ride or die Few real friends they living nice All the stuff I sacrificed To do this shit and change my life (Yeah) I can't understand it (Yeah) Now my flight just landed (Yeah) Now the fans from all the places I don't speak their language (Yuh) What you know about it (Heh) Fuck all those who doubted (Yeah) Ima make it on my own I hope my fathers proud I'm killing a track every session (Yeah) Im sick of talking bout weapons (Yeah) Nights feeling colder as im getting older Remember back calling prevention (Yeah) 988 I was fucking scared Voices screaming in my ears God complex is justified cause none you fuckers can compare

Sad souls Streetlights Something inside never felt right Lost cause Dont cry You were never perfect you were my type You were my type You were my type You were my type You were my type We'll all die We'll all die We'll all die We'll all die