It Has Been Said

[Eminem]

It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed

Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead

Strapped to beds, pipe bombs dynamite lead

Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah

It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero

Pitch a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street corners

Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners

Notorious tried to warn us

So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's

Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in fact

It's so sad to see us re-enact

These tragic events, which lead us back

to where we left of March 9th to come from such hard knock life's

And make it out of the bottom to hit the spotlights

Once the artist, this is our lives

Cast out for all eyes to cast upon us

to see who could 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

This origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving

Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horri-fies

And applies to his persona or the sizes in his entou-rage

That intimidates the people to the point

You know that he's gangster, he ain't gotta say shit you just believe it

[Obie Trice]

Since Big taught us niggas to think big

I'm been about my business since then so it ain't Cheers

It ain't how we live, it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn

This I took in, sent chills through my skin

Vicious, I've experienced in the same sights as him

It's what excited Obie to write these poems

Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken

Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies

When "Ready 2 Die" was a sick part of my life

Pumpin' that .45, plotting to pop my mind

Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd 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 I'd be popular huh?

That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.

[P. Diddy]

I took a coal, a diamond, I molded his mind, enter

The most phenomenal artist of any and all time

I made a Frankenstein, my designs impressed

Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess

Critics lash, said I made a fortune of his past an'

All is did was build a dynasty off of his passion

And I'm addressing the adolescence absent to who he is

The original king of New York Christopher Wallace

This is a promise on Diddy's honor

I'm a father to y'all and teach ya with all the drama

Don't even bother, or repeat

All of your albums play back to back

And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact

An immaculate concept, extravagant progress

Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless

Regardless to critics yelling that 'east-west'

I seen the game loosing, I'm just pressing the reset

When the resurrection of you shines through an individual

Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally

I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest

Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga!