It Has Been Said (Feat. Diddy, Eminem, And Obie Trice)

it has been It has been it has been it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread men who have bled to death dead Strapped to beds pipe bombs dynamite lead Money power respect street cred yeah It's scary ain't it Picture yourself goin out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched so many Biggie backed off of Biggie's back and Pacs landmarks history in rap Statistically in fact it's so sad to see us reenact these tragic events which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lifes And make it up out of 'em hit the spotlights And once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from It's origin which is usually originated from cats who starvin 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 that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit you just believe it Since BIB taught us niggaz to think big I'm been about my business since then so anxious It ain't how we live it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn This I took in sent chills through my skin Vicious I'm experiencin the same sights as him It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rollin goin through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life Palmin that forty five plottin 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 Poppa rhymes So possibly I'd be popular That's the inspiration I got from my nigga BI I took him from coal to diamond I molded his mind Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed said I made a fortune off of his passin All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion And I'm addressin the adolesencents 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 T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother On repeat all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact An immaculate concept extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart I'm yellin God bless Regardless to critics yellin that East West I seen the game losin I'm just pressin the reset And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally I'ma pay homage Brooklyn's finest Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom nigga