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Why I'm a fan of rap:



Artist: Notorious B.I.G.

Album: Life After Death

Song: You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash



[Puff Daddy]

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil -- for you are with me

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me

You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies

You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows

Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever



[Notorious B.I.G.]

Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions

Strictly gun testin, coke measurin

Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito

Hittin 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

MWA, may you rest in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours

Four-four, and fifty-four draw

as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear

****'s official, only, the Feds I fear

Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin

The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin

So don't you get suspicious

I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious

As I leave my competition, respirator style

Climb the ladder to success escalator style

Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death

controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh

I spit phrases that'll thrill you

You're nobody til somebody kills you



*chorus*

You're nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)

You're nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)



Uhh, uhh

Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino

Ask Nino, he know

Green with envy, the green tempts me

to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese

Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty

live happily, ever after in laughter

Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster

And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead

Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do

but tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed

Incidents like this I take trips

Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)

Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour

Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore

Told me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin

buy me lavender and fuschia Gators

Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters

Rich bitch ****, drinkin Cristal

til they piss the ****, uhh

Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches

Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me

Reminesce on dead friends too

You're nobody til somebody kills you



*chorus* 2X



Uhh, uhh

You can be the ****, flash the fattest five (that's right)

Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit

You ain't worth spit, just a memory

Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that)

Silly cat, all suede in the rain

Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame

before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane

I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you mean that kid

that nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?

Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine

A ****** shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?

Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean?



*chorus* 2X (fades)

yeah.. so artistic how they combine parts of the bible with cocaine, guns, sex, and gambling...



what the crap is with society

You don't understand if you haven't heard the song. This man pours his soul out over an amazing beat to words that are formed from nothing but what he feels inside.



**** Puffy, he's ****, just listen to Biggie.

i dotn really understand how all of these rappers try to be all about god and the bible but then go against everything that it says to do

i liked the wierd al version better

WhenI walk thru the valley where I harvest my grain

I take a look at my wife, and realize shes very plain...

**** biggie, he's ****. listen to pac.

bunch of freakin hypocrites i tell ya.