Mickey Wallace - Biggie lyrics

(Justin Day, best in the world!) [Verse 1: Justin Day] You think success for you Is the failures of other people If that's your point of view n***a, we not considered equal I'm claustrophobic; it's hard to function in crowded places See haters come in the form of kindness and smiling faces I'm just trying to preserve the genre Basically, patiently waiting for the return of karma, so pray for me (You know what it is!) Far from a modern martyr, I write it good enough That's what a lot of them call me, often Choose not to be so friendly with some, cuz them n***as talking n***as is plotting, scheming and planning to pick your coffin Used to be unified in the days of the picking cotton Pick of the litter to get up out of them litter boxes Wish me the best, journey to my success Music to me is therapeutic, relieving my stress You can be what you want to be, like mama told ya Or you can be on your corner dealing your marijuana [Verse 2: Mickey Wallace] Yeah I giving them home whether or not they praying it Wallace bring ‘em that get ‘em sh** Ornery since a youngin now hunger from never having sh** Realist out to 2-3-1, that's no embellishing Staying true to my core and f**in' up records for betterment God, I'm so serious Please somebody help me to murder these dummy rappers and bury a couple weapons Been seeing ‘em half stepping, so timing was of the essence This plot was planned and perfected, Blu City Club's been elected Yeah, yeah Thank God for finally noticing bodies piling up Time is up, not admitting; it's clinching on your esophagus Stopping us, no it's next to impossible Kid's brother, his name is never going to happen I swear that's word to your mother Who governs the rap industry, sh** we letting in sickens me Poppas claiming they kings, but can't balance the power mentally Finna be all you talk about, we been ready to reign I'm crazy enough to run it, blessed is in the name [Verse 3: Jon Connor] Night vision I never blink and do things that you never seen Been that n***a since seventeen and at seven I met a fiend And I knew I better do better expected to never leave Every night we saw n***as fighting Bush Reed and Apollo Creed I'm up now while you sound asleep All I hear is the sound of feet That's success running through my head So I drowned it out with a beat This hunger so when I eat Gain a thousand pounds in a week And you n***as sounding like clowns So my voice is sounding relief You wanna get grounded My teeth just a bloodhound on a sheet From when clowns get found in the street n***a duck down in your seat You n***as out of yo mind and my level's out of yo reach You n***as are a dime a dozen Like trying to find a towel on the beach And you will drown cuz its deep I don't practice, I master what I preach I swear to God or may He strike me down in my sleep I'm a give you me until there ain't none I'm a legend in the making, sh** you can't tell me that I ain't one