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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Stimme und Gesang
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Cembalo
The Whispers
The Whispers
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter:in
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter:in
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Produzent:in
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mischtechniker:in
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
"Prince Charles" Alexander
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Voletta Wallace
Voletta Wallace
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Rich July
Rich July
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Wayne Barrow
Wayne Barrow
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Conrad Dimanche
Conrad Dimanche
Co-Produzent:in
DJ Mister Cee
DJ Mister Cee
Co-Produzent:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
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"Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest if no money exchanges I got these kids in Ranges to leave them - brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between Their eyes like True Lies, kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank Them cats we - with put bombs in your mom's gas tank" "Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty .380s Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out, - the fallout Word to Stretch, I bet they - The seven digits push me, - real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, 14.5 apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce? Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5 I kill 'em all, I'll be set for life" "Frank, pay attention These motherf- is henchmen, renegades, if you die They still get paid, extra probably, - a robbery I'm the boss, promise you won't rob 'em"; "I promise" But, of course, you know I had my fingers crossed Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being scared Of a - that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherf- beef cook Niggas bleed just like us, picture a - hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding Niggas bleed just like us, I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol (uh) Since it's on, I call my - Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 a piece Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the - up That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats Here's a criminal, - made America's Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The - got bagged with the toast, weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it "Nothing to lose" tattooed around his gun wounds "Everything to gain" embedded in his brain And me? I feel the same, for this money, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying, y'all know the science Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being scared Of a - that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us, picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherf- beef cook Niggas bleed just like us, picture a - hiding My life in that man's hands while he just deciding Niggas bleed just like us, I'd rather go toe-to-toe With all of y'all, running ain't in my protocol We agreed to go in shooting is silly Because - could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her Peeps in '91, stole a gun from my workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place, long story, Glo' seen my face Got shook, thought a - was coming for the safe Now she breaking, "Shut up! 112, what's shaking?" "A Jamaican, some -, I swear they look gay And a black Range Rover been outside all day" If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way "Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make - bleed" Nightmare, this bitch don't need "Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice" Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet their fate "Ron, pass the gasoline," the - passed me kerosene F- it, it's flammable, my hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dread kid ejecting in seconds and here come two Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian We in the hallway waiting patient As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing I swear to God, I hit Maxi Priest at least 12 times in the chest Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast She crying, headshots put her to rest Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems That's when other guests start to slip in, it's time for us to get to dipping I know them - in the Range is on they way up flipping Pistol-gripping, I load the clip in The hallway got real loud and crowded They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it The funny thing about it, through all the excitement Their Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant Stupid motherf-
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Nashiem Myrick, Carlos Broady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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