Music Video
The Notorious B.I.G. - Last Day (feat. The Lox) (Official Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
The LOX
Vocals
David Axelrod
Sampled Artist
Jadakiss
Vocals
Sheek Louch
Vocals
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
David Styles
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Mixing Engineer
Stevie J.
Co-Producer
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Producer
Havoc
Producer
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
Stephen Dent
Recording Engineer
John Meredith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 2]
Yo, what's beef to you? Three **** with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal
And make your own beats
Compose your own sheets
That's a'ight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
[Verse 3]
Rock top shit you know how the LOX get
Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
LOX and B-I, hold our clique-a down for years
Gang now, but we been had our black tears
**** under the stairs only understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano
Sheek Luciano put the burners to all y'all
What, ****, bring it, I'm callin' y'all
[Verse 4]
You already know what it's about when I run up in ya house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
You know about life after kickin' the kid in
Since me and my midan can flip seven gridams
[Verse 5]
Scridam, the flow is forbidden
Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cause we swingin' iron
LOX and Poppa, turnin' **** into Jim Hoffa
Who gon' stop us? Your last joint double copper
You gettin' money or you runnin' from the feds
Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen with one in the head
And I solemnly swear that all y'all **** out there
Got a problem this year
[Verse 6]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 7]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 8]
Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many **** roll with no goal
Even a small gun got a little black hole
You destiny is something you can never figure out
**** is never happy till there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
[Verse 9]
Live with it, got money, you better give with it
My man had a thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You stashed in the ceiling then you slept on the floor
Only a blind thug will fall in love with a whore
[Verse 10]
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apologizin', analyzin' my size and your size and
Realizin' a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
[Verse 11]
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak-leak
Die for a dollar, ****, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiancé, I'm 'bout to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
[Verse 12]
Why not? They fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic
Like my first LP
Beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ulcer
Lose your pulse or collapsed lung
Look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin' promos
Break both your legs, you're movin' slow-mo'
Got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety-six grams
You need four mo'
[Verse 13]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 14]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 15]
Can I live till my last day?
Hittin' honeys that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Written by: C. Wallace, D. Stiles, J. Phillips, K. Muchita
