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    [Notorious B.I.G. interview]
    I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know
    Just stay busy, stay workin
    Puff told me like, the key to this joint
    The key to staying, on top of things
    is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin?
    Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern
    Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry

    [Verse One: Jay-Z]
    Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
    Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop
    Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop
    Let me tell you pe-eople why
    Came from the bottom of the block I
    When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
    Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
    Had to get my ri-ide on
    Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
    Had to had to get these chips
    Had to make moves like Olajuwon
    Started out sellin dimes and nicks
    Graduated to a brick
    No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
    Legendary like a schoolboy
    Crushin merely nearly every every chick
    Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped
    And got left on some "Just +Me, Myself and I+"
    On some Trugoy shit
    Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return
    Had to play with fire and get burned
    Only way the boy ever gon' learn
    Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn
    Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

    It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle
    The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
    Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
    And my thirst is the same as - when I came
    It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
    It's my ev-ery-thing

    [Verse Two: Jay-Z]
    Like I never rode in a limo
    Like I just dropped flows to a demo
    Like it's ninety-two again and
    And I got O's in the rental
    Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler
    When you think back, you thought that
    you would never make it this far, then you
    take advantage of the luck you handed
    Or the talent, you been given
    Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin
    Ain't no different from a block that's hidden
    Gotta get it while the getting's good
    Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
    Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
    Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
    My first was, with a pager
    With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME
    This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune
    Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME

    It's my life - my pain and my struggle
    The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
    Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
    And my thirst is the same as - when I came
    It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
    It's my ev-ery-thing
    Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
    And my thirst like the first song I sang

    [Outro: Jay-Z]
    Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one
    Ta-tah, be-hah
    Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes
    for them niggaa at radio and shit?
    Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga
    Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?
    Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S
    Dame whattup? Robbin the bank
    Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh
    You had that fucked up ass handwritin
    You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now
    for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup?
    Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
    But we we still put it together
    Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
    But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit
    at his crib - I think that was Rudy
    And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool
    You and Ta-tah was laughin
    Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?
    Hip-Hop, whattup man?
    Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
    You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle
    Now you uhh, the head of black music
    That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G?
    Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
    Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man
    I be takin them shits in one take
    You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight
    OG One, whattup?
    I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process
    But it's all good - whassup Dash?
    My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee
    (B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?
    Bob Allah, rest in peace
    My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)
    Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
    Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
    Nigga, I'm bout to go golfin man
    Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!
    I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga

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