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

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 a 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

Niggas in my faction don’t like asking questions

Strictly gun testing, coke measuring

Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito

Hitting fanny, spending chips at Manny’s

Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats

Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets

6 up in your wig piece, nigga decease

Muah, may you rest in peace

With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours

Four-four and fifty-four draw

There’s 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 Lil 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 fold y’all, uhh

I spit phrases that’ll thrill you

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

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 Cristal pour faster

And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead

3 of mine dead, nothing left to do

But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed

Incidents like this I take trips

Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)

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

Rich bitch shit, drinking Cristal

Til they piss the shit, uhh

Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches

Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me

Reminisce on dead friends too

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

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 drive the ch&agne Range

(I remember that)

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 Kane

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-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

You’re nobody til somebody kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)

You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you

(I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)