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The Notorious B.I.G. - You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
All Instruments
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Background Vocals
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Musician
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
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Producer
DJ Enuff
DJ Enuff
Co-Producer
Jiv Pos
Jiv Pos
Co-Producer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mixing Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
"Prince Charles" Alexander
"Prince Charles" Alexander
Recording Engineer
John Meredith
John Meredith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yea, 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 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
[Verse 2]
**** in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun-testing, coke-measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fannies, spending 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
****'s deceased
Muah, may you rest in peace
With my sycamore style
More sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
As my pilot steers my Lear, yes, my dear
Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying
No lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm big dangerous, you're just a little 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 fool y'all
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody till somebody kills you
[Verse 3]
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
[Verse 4]
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 Crystal pour faster
And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
Three of mine dead, nothing left to do
But tear their ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed
Incidents like this I take trips
Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy
[Verse 5]
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 shopping
Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
Introduce me to player haters and heavy weighters
[Verse 6]
Rich bitch shit drinking Crystal
Till they piss the shit, uh
Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
Be in spots where they were no bitches, ya feel me?
Reminisce on dead friends too
You're nobody till somebody kills you
[Verse 7]
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
[Verse 8]
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
[Verse 9]
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five
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?
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 Pain
I can't recall his name
You mean that kid that nearly lost half his brain
Over two bricks of cocaine?
Getting his dick sucked by crackhead Lorraine
A fucking shame, dude's the lame, what's his name?
Dark-skinned Jermaine, see what I mean?
[Verse 10]
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody till somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody till somebody kills you
Written by: Billy Preston, Ephrem Lopez, George Johnson, Jean Louhisdon, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, The Notorious B.I.G.
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