[Intro]

Early today as he left a party in Los Angeles, Wallace, also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a passing vehicle

He had been named Rap Artist of the Yea-

By shooting Saturday night, that story tops our world headline

To promote peace, rapper 2Pac Shakur is also pictured in the mural

The two rappers were rumored to be rivals, but police say they are not aware of any connection in the murders

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm flaming gats, aiming at, these...

Maniacs put my name in rap

So part the game is that like it hustle backwards

I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you can't touch me

Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy

You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me

Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy

Now you rest internally sleepy, you burn when you creep me

Rest where the worms and the weak be

My nine flies baptize rap guys

With the holy ghost I put holes in most you hold your toast shaky

Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do

Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe

Skied it out weed it out

Cleaning out, the block for distances

Giving long kisses

Yeah... that's right

Baby

That's how we do it

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me

Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me

Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal

My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel

See niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches

That used to be real, but now they're petrified bitches

I'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me

Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me

Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm

I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone

Bitches be warned, word is bond you'll get torn

I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong

And then it's on, before I leave picture me

I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free

Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it

Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it

This Thug Life, nigga we don't cater to you hoes

Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s

Hahahahaha, yeah nigga

Thug Life

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]

How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop

And my body start to shake