It Has Been Said lyrics

Artist  : Notorious B.i.g. 
Song : It Has Been Said
 
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

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

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

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

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
horrifies



And applies to his persona or the sizes

In his entourage, 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.G. taught us niggaz to think big

I'm been about my business since then, so
anxious

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

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?

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'

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

And I'm addressin' the adolescents 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

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



And 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