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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Atticus Ross
Atticus Ross
Programming
Brian Welch
Brian Welch
Guitar
David Silveria
David Silveria
Drums
Fieldy
Fieldy
Bass
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Guitar
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Atticus Ross
Atticus Ross
Songwriter
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter
Eric "Coptic" Matlock
Eric "Coptic" Matlock
Songwriter
Fieldy Arvizu
Fieldy Arvizu
Songwriter
Henri Charlemagne
Henri Charlemagne
Songwriter
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Songwriter
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Deric Angelettie
Deric Angelettie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atticus Ross
Atticus Ross
Producer
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Producer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I wish I had another chance, another place to die I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun What you expected from this next of kin? I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen A shawty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take to make my heart stop? And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake I am here, I'm watching you (if I should die before I wake) Love, the flesh, my blood's pouring through (if I should die before I wake) This can't be reality (if I should die before I wake) Wake up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake) My dead face I see, my dead face I see! I wish I had another chance, another place to die I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun On your mark, get set, when I spark you're wet Look how dark it get when you're marked with death Should I start your breath or should I let you die? If Biggie start to cry, ask why? Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front, the word's sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get stomped quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishing, I'm punishin' I'm done wit' them, son, I'm surprised you run wit them I think they got cum in 'em, 'cause they nothin' but dicks Tryna blow up like nitro with dynamite sticks Man, I smoke hydro, I rock diamonds that's slick Got paid off my flow, ride wit' my own click Take trips to Cairo, layin wit' yo' bitch I know you playin' you was rich Fuckin' prick, when I see you, I'ma I am here, I'm watching you (when I see you, I'ma) Love, the flesh, my blood's pouring through (when I see you, I'ma) This can't be reality (when I see you, I'ma) Wake up, my dead face I see (when I see you, I'ma) My dead face I see, my dead face I see! I wish I had another chance, another place in mind I would've done shit different if I had time I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun I wouldn't have been in no bullshit, I don't have to run I wish I had another chance, another place in mind I would've done shit different if I had time I wish I had another chance, my life has just begun I wouldn't have been in no bullshit, I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run I don't have to run When I see you, I'ma I don't have to run When I see you, I'ma I don't have to run
Writer(s): Henri Charlemagne, Dwight Grant, Christopher Wallace, Deric Michael Angelettie, Robert Ross, O'shea Jackson, James Christian Shaffer, Eric Matlock, Atticus Ross, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Reginald Arvizu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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