[Eminem]
It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed
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 going out as a hero
Pitch a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in fact
It's so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
to where we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock life's
And make it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, this is our lives
Cast out for all eyes to cast upon us
to see who could 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
This origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving
Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horri-fies
And applies to his persona or the sizes in his entou-rage
That intimidates the people to the point
You know that he's gangster, he ain't gotta say shit you just believe it
[Obie Trice]
Since Big taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then so it ain't Cheers
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've experienced in the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies
When "Ready 2 Die" was a sick part of my life
Pumpin' that .45, plotting 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 huh?
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.
[P. Diddy]
I took a coal, a diamond, I molded his mind, enter
The most phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lash, said I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was build a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolescence 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 to y'all and teach ya with all the drama
Don't even bother, or 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 yelling God bless
Regardless to critics yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the resurrection 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!
