A double album, it was released sixteen days after his death. Life After Death is the second and final studio album by American rapper The Notorious B.I.G., released on March 25, 1997, on Bad Boy Records and Arista Records. " Sky's the Limit" / " Going Back to Cali".
Brooklyn and K-Town, when you checkin' out the flow You know it's gonna rain with persistence Two legends on the same track Two different plains of existence Let's get it crackin' I love to bust flows Hit it from the back, 'cus I love to buck hoe Spit it for the city, I love Chicago Calicoes buck, I love to bust those You think you can spit on the mike like Biggie And flow just as steady as I Shit is real you know you love him You ain't got ready to die Life after death, give to 'em, however you want it nigga That a day after, give it to ya, however you want it nigga 'Cus the shit is giddie, so I carry big heat Screamin' come and get me, Twista and Biggie on the Swizz beat Three mils I love to make one, all these cars I love to ride one All these hoes I love to cut one, a tribute to B.I.G. When you hear the music it'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G. Notorious Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit' us Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scramblin' gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin' not to sin High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen Steadily countin' them Benjamins Nigga you should to if you knew wut this game would do to you Bin in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through So called beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two Then a blue light niggas knew like Mike-shit not to be fuck wit' Muthafucka betta duck quick, 'cuz me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim no aspiration to quit da game Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass dat weed, l gotta light one All them niggas l gotta fight one, all them hoes l gotta like one Our situation is a tight one, what you wanna do? Fight or run? Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Making money livin' marvelous, in God we trust Don't too many niggas wanna start wit' us Got big guns in the cars wit' us Bust at any muther fucka actin' hard wit' us Don't really wanna show you wut a G.I.B.