The Notorious B.I.G. Notorious B.I.G - Biggie Duets The Final Chapter -13 - My Way Of Life Lyrics

Frank Sinatra

(B. Kaempfert, H. Pehbein, C. Sigman)
[Recorded July 24, 1968, New York]
Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine.
Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time.
Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.
I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you.
You are my way of life, the only way I know, you are my way of life.
I'll never let you go, never let you out of my sight, be it day, be it night,
You belong to me, that's the way it will, be wrong or right,
I don't need crowds at my door, the applause from the floor,
All I need is you and the love we once knew, nothing more.
You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life.

[notorious b.i.g.]
n____ was m_________in hyped up
n____ just grabbed the n____, snuffed the n____
And it was on from there
The m_________er there wasnt nuttin stoppin him
(what what did the rest of his n____z do? )
Man the m_________ers was just ready for anything
Them n____z was packin burners
Them n____z was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes
n____z was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a m_________er
The n____ amped be like come on, come on m_________er!!

Chorus: repeat 8x

Come on m_________ers, come on

[samples play over second half of chorus]
Man what you f___ doin over here?
Are you awake now?
Hell yah Im awake man;
Now tell me what the f___ is goin on here
Looks like the competition stopped by
To pay us a little visit, and check us out

[sadat x]
Lets go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
Off the baldhead, everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so ima be the big wheel
Watch it slim, hey dad, place yo bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey biggie, I understand youre from brooklyn
With 22s in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with sadat
Release the brainstorm, to make your m_________in brain warm
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the b______, sadats kind of spiritual
Well in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
Do you like the things that I bring?
{*rappin*} make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we f___in givin, cmon m_________er

Chorus

[sadat x]
What? n____z want drama, puttin work on my block
When I told yall last week, that s___ was too hot
Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gon get paid, somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as yall run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Hey yo biggie tell these n____z ima hit em where it hurts
The big city it dont spare no bodies
Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
Im about ten blunts down, drank three or fo stouts
Seen five fat a__es, passed this b____ with glasses
Hey yo money thats yo stock, yo bigs pass the glock
Ima tell him it can happen, dont play me with that rap s___
Life is real, so biggie take the steel

Chorus

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh
I got seven mac-11s, about eight, .38s
Nine 9s, ten mac-10s, the s___s never end
You cant touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b____es
Biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
Hah, thats how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil gotti got the shotty to your body
So dont resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
When I throw my clip in the a.k., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the llello
Thats crazy blunts, mad ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God Im droppin s___ like a pigeon
I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your f___in s___ spill
And Im talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said f___ it, you got a gun, n____ bust it
Cause I got mo shots to pop-ya
Big pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime n____

Chorus