Riot (Remix) lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Intro}
Luke White on the beat


[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Have you ever seen a n*gga hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same thing that we claim
Such is bashful, but n*gga like a task force
Mobbin’ on he streets and robbin' stores in ski mask, bruh
n*ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin f*ck it and grab a pump
Then kill a women with many children make you a chump
Look at stores you wreckin', n*gga I reckon
Think about the people who own it about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say "f*ck black prejudice!"
"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, form irrelevant!"
Views and etcetra, knives thrown
Damage 'em lives blown,oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the f*ckin’ ignorance
Murder opps, killin’ sh*t, I enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in the blood of the officers, different corpses, offin' ’em
Auction 'em, don't bark at 'em
Murder ’em, never heard of 'em
I could preach the peace but say "f*ck it" and preach the murder
'Cause this ain't f*ckin' life we livin'
Go ahead and go grab the extension
Grab another: uncle, cousin, brother, son
Glory to the chosen ones that will rid of the innocence
But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
Blasphemous, killin' our own murder black-

[Verse 2: The Notorious BIG]
I was only a thirteen, smokin' blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, f*ck a football team
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream at my lifetime dream
I mean i want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school i didn't show up, i f*ck my flowed up
Mom said that i should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, i could not see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money is necessary
Until I got uncarcerated, kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great seal gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail
All the money i stacked was the money for bail

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
God bless the dead and the buried, n*gga don't worry
If you see God first, tell him sh*t got worse
It ain't mad, i'm just representin' for the crew
I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
f*ck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went quick as it came
My role models gone or locked in a pen
Straight hustlers caught up in a whirlwind
The other day, I thought i saw my homeboy Biggie
Sayin "sh*t don't stop" n*gga, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' motherf*ckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn how to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read, "I was the last of the G's"
Kick the sh*t to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead

[Outro: 2Pac]
God bless the dead

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