Misplaced Hate Makes Disgrace The Races.

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

We Probaly In Hell Already, Our Dumb Asses Not Knowin, Everybody Kissin Ass To Go To Heaven Aint Goin.

I Said It In The Beginning. That I Was Gonna Take Them Niggaz Out The Game And Sure Enough I Will. Already People Can't Look At Biggie And Not Laugh.

The Trick Is To Never Lose Hope!