Duets:The Final Chapter lyrics

[B.I.G.]

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[Jamaican host]
Ladies and Gentlemen
We're gonna ask you for some fanfare...
the band fanfare because...
ladies and gentlemen...
sting has always gone ahead of itself.
They have done it again and again and again.
I remember the year they brought in the fat boys
they were hotter then ten thousand fire sides.
And if you know...
and if you enjoy hip-hop...

[Biggie]
We here (uh-huh)
We ain't goin nowhere (uh-uhh)

[Diddy]
Yall motherfuckers don't know what beef is

[Biggie]
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check it (check it)
My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock

[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall already kno wut
it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin

[Slim Thug]
Slim Thugga..
I roll scrap glock 4

But I would've loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
That shit would've been incredible

[Big Pun talking]
Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
We have our day, you know?
I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey

feat. Bob Marley

[Chrous: Bob Marley ]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to *hell*
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies

Akon... and B-I-G

[BIG]
Niggaz talkin but aint livin it
cristyle pac i'm sippin it
mobb hats and lizard shit
gator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies
hitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker
model bitchs wonderin if i'ma fuck wit her, she noe i treat my bitches like gavana
dolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin

[Intro: Jim Jones]
R.I.P Big
We some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? (Jones, Capo)
Cash Money (Santana)
Dipset (Lil Weezy)
Let's Ride

Cause real g's know the feeling (It's Murda)
It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch It)
Cause real g's know the feeling (It's Murda)
It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

[Eminem + {B.I.G.}]
Ih.. ih, ih (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 {what?}
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 {uhh}

[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

[Just Blaze]
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz

[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
Theres no we, it seems I can't get free
Sombody tell me what's happenin to me

[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin
Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that killin is thrillin

[Notorious B.I.G + (Faith Evans)]
To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
But cheeks, I'm smackin' em' (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker

[Biggie's mom]
Lets say there are many times as i looked and saw
reflections of my son (Biggie) we argued sometimes
and saltied i sorrowed thoughts and said "Well Done" i
thoght of him (Biggie) constantly and silently asked
why i tried fervently and just can not say goodbye
i lived with visions twined and twisted passion so cold and withered

[intro]
new york and chi!
perfect combination,
kels, biggie

[r.kelly]
uh-huh-huh-oh
oh-o, (ho!) huh-huh-oh huh-oh

[big verse 1]
you see i don't sweat these hos
i keep em in flavors like timbos
injure bowls, bitches like to play the merry-go
(yeah we know, drop the scenario)
it was me, d, the mpb,
the blunts and brew thang, knockin some wu-tang,
M - E - T - H - oh, shit!

The Biggie duets (Uh)
Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle)
Jagged Edge
Biggie Smalls
Ladies and gentlemen...

[Biggie]
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know

[Intro]
(Notorious...)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat...call your click
{Swizzie}(Yall ready?)
{Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York and that G Twista, Bone...}
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that shit, I got to light one

[Chorus]
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

[Intro: Missy] + (B.I.G.)
Uh (uh)
Come on (uh)
It goes B to the I to the G so proper
Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out)
Call us chief knockers

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

[Missy]
Don't you know I'm the ultimate? To get this nookie, be fortunate

[Notorious B.I.G.]
What you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop

[BIG]
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard hard core, harder than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized cause I love to see niggaz die