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Youre Nobody (til somebody kills you) Feat. Faith Evans, P. Diddy
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Background Vocals
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
All Instruments
The 5th Dimension
The 5th Dimension
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Preston
Billy Preston
Songwriter
Ephrem Lopez
Ephrem Lopez
Songwriter
George Johnson
George Johnson
Songwriter
Jean Louhisdon
Jean Louhisdon
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Steven Jordan
Steven Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer
DJ Enuff
DJ Enuff
Co-Producer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mixing Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
"Prince Charles" Alexander
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Recording Engineer
John "JM" Meredith
John "JM" Meredith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jiv Pos
Jiv Pos
Co-Producer
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, 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 anoint 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 Niggas 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 in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga decease Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and 50-4 draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat 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 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, nothin' 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 shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminisce on dead friends too You're nobody 'til somebody kills you 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) 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 You can be the shit, 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 'member that) Silly cat, wore 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 fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? 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) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
Writer(s): Billy Preston, Steven A. Jordan, George Johnson, Christopher Wallace, Ephram Lopez, Sean J. Combs, Jean Loubsdon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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