Said It All Lyrics - Singles - B. Martin

(feat. P. Diddy, Eminem, Obie Trice) 

Ih.. ih, ih (it has been) 

It has been, it has been, it has been 

It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed 

Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?} 

Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead 

Money power respect, street cred, yeah 

It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} 

Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners 

Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners 

Notorious tried to warn us 

We watched, so many Biggie backed off of {ha ha ha} 

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 off on March 9th 

To come from such hard knock lifes 

And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights 

And, once they're on us this is our lives 

Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us 

to see who can last the longest 

And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest {uh-huh} 

In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from 

It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin 

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 that you know that he's gangster 

He ain't just say shit, you just believe it 

Since B.I.B. taught us niggaz to think big 

I'm been about my business since then, so anxious {what?} 

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'm experiencin the same sights as him 

It's what excited Obie to write these poems 

Rollin, goin through the same shit he spoken 

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

When _Ready to Die_ was a sick part of my life {yeah} 

Palmin that forty-five, plottin 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? {uh-huh} 

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

I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind 

Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time 

I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed 

Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess 

Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin {what?} 

All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion 

And I'm addressin the adolesencents 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 T'Yanna 

And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother... 

On repeat, all of your albums play back to back {yeah} 

And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact 

An immaculate concept, extravagant progress 

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

Regardless to critics yellin that East/West 

I seen the game losin, I'm just pressin the reset {uhh} 

And when the ressurection 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!