It Has Been Said (featuring Diddy, Eminem and Obie Trice) (Explicit Album Version)

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
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,
Lead money power respect, street cred, yeah
Its scary aint it?
Picture yourself going out as a hero
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
Biggies back and Pacs, landmarks, history in rap
Statistically in fact;
Its 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 them, hit the spotlights
And, once theyre 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

In this concrete jungle,
Where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
Its origin,
Which is usually originated from cats who starving

Or it could just be somebodys 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 hes gangster
He aint just say shit, you just believe it
Since B.I.B. taught us niggaz to think big
Im been about my business since then,
So anxious
It aint how we live,
Its what he said,
He did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, Im experiencin the same sights as him
Its what excited Obie to write these poems

Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so theres no limit in them skies
When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life

Palmin that forty-five , plottin to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican
Id 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 Id be popular huh?

Thats the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.
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
All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion
And Im addressing the adolesencents absent to who he is
The original king of New York,
Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddys honor,
Im a father TYanna

And teach her that with all the drama
Dont even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress

Bullet wounds left in my heart, Im yellin 'God bless'
Regardless to criticsyellin that East/West

I seen the game losing,
Im just pressing the reset

And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual

Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally!
Ima pay homage, Brooklyns finest

Whether its Queens or Harlem
Itll be instant stardom, nigga!