Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Bobby Caldwell
Sampled Artist
D Train
Sampled Artist
Daron Jones
Vocals
Marvin
Vocals
Michael Keith
Vocals
Quinnes Parker
Vocals
Slim
Vocals
Stanley Clarke
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hubert Eaves III
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Bobby Caldwell
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
DJ Clark Kent
Songwriter
James Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark Kent
Producer
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Lane Craven
Recording Engineer
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Recording Engineer
Rich July
Recording Engineer
Lorrenn Argumedes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rasheed Goodlowe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean Combs
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Baby, look at me
Mama love you
And I know you ain't no lil' boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
Seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms
Now, look at you now, Biggie
But I worry 'bout you
I worry 'bout you all the time
Hanging out at the corner all times of night
With the cruel people, baby, that ain't nothing but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dreamed
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream, baby
Hold on to it real tight
'Cause the sky's the limit
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doing tonight?
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 with the phrase
He went from ashy to classy
I like that
So everybody in the house
Give a warm round of applause for
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G., ladies and gentlemen
Give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a **** never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young, I had two pair of Lee's, besides that, the pinstripes and the gray
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While **** 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 **** with the fake, bow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this **** pocket, rob him while his friends watching
That hoes clocking, 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 and stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, **** bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
'88, Sshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunt
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing 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 pressing 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
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 fucking, bitches ain't my homegirls now
Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my Ninas
From gym class, to English, pass off a global
The only **** with a mobile, can't you see like Total
Getting larger in waist and taste, ain't no telling where this felon is heading
Just in case, keep a shell at the tip of your melon
Clear the space, your brain was a terrible thing to waste
Eighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name plates
Smoking spliffs with ****, real life, beginner killers
Praying God forgive us for being sinners, help us out
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing 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 pressing 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
After realizing to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began to encounter with my counterparts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections, drugs by the selection
Some use pipes, other use injections
Syringe sold separately, Frank the deputy
Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wesson like my dick was missing
To protect my position, my corner, my layer
While we out here, say the hustlers' 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 mom's 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 pressing 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 pressing 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 pressing 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 pressing 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 pressing 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 pressing on
Written by: Bobby Caldwell, Clark Kent, Hubert Eaves III, James Williams, Robert Caldwell, Sean Combs, The Notorious B.I.G.