Honestly, I always thought Big's Last freestyle on The Wake Up Show was the highlight of the beef. While the beef escalated from the Dogg Pound's trailer getting shot up, to 2Pac getting robbed at Quad City, to Pac thinking Who Shot Ya was about him, to Hit 'em Up to Drop A Gem On Em, I thought Big reciting those two verses from Long Kiss Goodnight and You're Nobody Til Somebody Kills You on the Wake Up Show was the grand finale of the beef. Those two verses were clearly subliminals about 2Pac. Everybody in the room was thinking the same thing whilee Big was spitting those verses. You can hear the reaction from the people in the room.
And I always thought those verses sounded better over the Hell On Earth beat than the Life After Death versions (Its interesting to note that Big was rapping over Mobb Deep's Hell On Earth Beat).
Long Kiss Goodnight
Uhh.. I'm flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin
maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the
game is that? Like they hustle backwards
I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me
Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
You're bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most
You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin to break me
Look what you made me do, brains blew
My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out -- the block
for distances, givin long kisses BITCH
You're Nobody Til Somebody Kills You
Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions
Strictly gun testin, coke measurin
Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin fanny, spendin 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
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
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
I know this has been done a million times but that Wake Up Show Freestyle was a perfect way to go out. If you're gonna go out, go out with both guns blazing!!!