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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Bobby Caldwell
Bobby Caldwell
Sampled Artist
D Train
D Train
Sampled Artist
Daron Jones
Daron Jones
Vocals
Marvin
Marvin
Vocals
Michael Keith
Michael Keith
Vocals
Quinnes Parker
Quinnes Parker
Vocals
Slim
Slim
Vocals
Stanley Clarke
Stanley Clarke
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hubert Eaves III
Hubert Eaves III
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Bobby Caldwell
Bobby Caldwell
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
Songwriter
James Williams
James Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark Kent
Clark Kent
Producer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Mixing Engineer
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Recording Engineer
"Prince Charles" Alexander
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Recording Engineer
Rich July
Rich July
Recording Engineer
Lorrenn Argumedes
Lorrenn Argumedes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rasheed Goodlowe
Rasheed Goodlowe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen How's everybody doin' tonite? I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like this young man, because, when he came out He came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy Haha, I like that So everybody in the house, give a warm, round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G. *clapping* The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen give it up for him ya'll Uhhh A nigga never been as broke as me, (I like that) When I was young I had two pair of Lees, (besides that) The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh) The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt And alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga with the fake- blaow! Why you punch me in my face? Stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Rob him while his friends watchin' And hoes clockin', here comes respect His crew's your crew, or they might be next Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try So we roll with 'em, stole with 'em I mean loyalty, niggaz bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch In gear - Oshkosh with blue and white dunks Pass the blunt Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, pressin what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want (Notorious B.I.G.) Uh-huh, I was ashamed, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of 'em Long as I got stuff from most of 'em It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fuckin', bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin' Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class, to Englass, pass off a global The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total Gettin larger in waist and taste Ain't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear the space Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste Eighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin spliffs with niggaz, real life beginner killers Prayin God forgive us for being sinners, help us out Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, pressin' what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want (Notorious B.I.G.) After realizin, to master enterprisin' I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in Began to encounter, with my counter-parts On how ta burn the block apart, break it down into sections Drugs by the selection Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wesson, like my dick was missin' To protect my position, my corner, my layer While we out here, say the hustlas prayer If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man Take a better stand Put money in my moms hand Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man Stay far from timid Only make moves when ya heart's in it And live the phrase Sky's The Limit Motherfucker... see you chumps on top Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, pressin' what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want...
Writer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Irene Cara, Keith Forsey, Evan Bogart, Jason Desrouleaux, Jonathan Rotem, Alexander James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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