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[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ] It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in fact It's so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back To where we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock life?s And make it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights Once the artist, this is our lives Cast out for all eyes And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle Where this dog eat dog mentality comes from This origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving Or it could just be somebody?s horror that just horrifies And applies to his persona or the sizes in his entourage That intimidates the people to the point You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it Letras de canciones [ Verse 2 ] [ Obie Trice ] Since Big taught us niggas to think big I'm been about my business since then so it aint Cheers It aint how we live, it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, I've experienced in the same sights as him It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs? No pop of mine could top Big Poppas rhymes So possibly I'd be popular huh? That's the inspiration I got from my nigga P.I [ Verse 3 ] [ P Diddy ] I took a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind, enter The most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my designs impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lash, said I made a fortune of his past an' All is did was build a dynasty off of his passion And I'm addressing the adolesence absent to who he is The original king of New York Christopher Wallace This is a promise on Diddy's honor I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the drama Don't even bother, or repeat All of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact An ammaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless Regardless to critics yelling that 'east-west' I seen the game loosing, I'm just pressing the reset When the ressurection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough, doing the same ??? literally I'ma pay homage, brooklyns finest Wether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom From Letras Mania