[Eminem + {B.I.G.}] 
Ih.. ih, ih (it has been) 
It has been, it has been, it has been 
It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed 
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?} 
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead 
Money power respect, street cred, yeah 
It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} 
Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners 
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners 
Notorious tried to warn us 
We watched, so many Biggie backed off of {ha ha ha} 
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 off on March 9th 
To come from such hard knock lifes 
And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights 
And, once they're on us this is our lives 
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us 
to see who can last the longest 
And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest {uh-huh} 
In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from 
It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin 
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 that you know that he's gangster 
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it 

[Obie Trice + {B.I.G.}] 
Since B.I.B. taught us niggaz to think big 
I'm been about my business since then, so anxious {what?} 
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'm experiencin the same sights as him 
It's what excited Obie to write these poems 
Rollin, goin through the same shit he spoken 
Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies 
When _Ready to Die_ was a sick part of my life {yeah} 
Palmin that forty-five, plottin 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? {uh-huh} 
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I. 

[Diddy + {B.I.G.}] 
I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind 
Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time 
I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed 
Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess 
Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin {what?} 
All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion 
And I'm addressin the adolesencents 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 T'Yanna 
And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother... 
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back {yeah} 
And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact 
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress 
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin "God bless" 
Regardless to critics yellin that East/West 
I seen the game losin, I'm just pressin the reset {uhh} 
And when the ressurection 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!