Stop The Gunfight (R&B Version)

[Notorious B.I.G] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White [Trapp] It's a red light How many homies got to die tonight Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebodys tryin' to start up a fight Come on and peep game But ya cannot cease the blame And if u ask me It's a damn shame We be takin' lives that we can't replace Over B.S. that don't make sense We gotta get better than this We started fightin' at our own risk It was something we could resist It's a red light How many homied got to die tonight [Notorious B.I.G] We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing) That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Summer break, my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [2Pac] From tha 5-0 Duckin and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands On tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch They'll never catch me Cause I'm lock and trigger happy on the, seotch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the 5-0 I'm runnin' from the police [Trapp] Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebodys tryin' to start up a fight Come on and peep game But ya cannot cease the blame And if you ask me It's a damn shame We be takin' lives that we can't replace You got swishers in your system Juice up in you Now you're ready to get lose Over what he said Over what she said Now somebody gotta end up dead