You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You had to be a big shot last night You had to open up your mouth So much fun to be around Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine

Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor Non stop knocking on heaven's door Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control And the problems of the world

And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy If the world comes knocking With one arm around my baby Tell 'em I'm not home I'm finally holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Oh woah, we're unstoppable We can be heroes everywhere we go Ooh, they can say what they want now Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming out We can have all that we ever want Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies Standing on top like a champion Keep your

B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B is for the bitches, who can't understand How one fly nigga became a man I is for the way it goes in and out One by one I knocks 'em out G is for the way the game goes in the

The end is knocking We've all been lost for most of this life (lost for most of this life) Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us And I know that most of us just ain't right (most of us just ain't right) Following the wrong steps, being led by pride

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many