Somebody Knows - Faith Evans, The Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes

And the question remains,

Why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles

And who was responsible?

I’m feelin' some type of way

Can somebody explain why?

(who shot ya)

Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain

I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)

Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown

They took your life in vain but your memories still remain

It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya

And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya

Somebody knows

We were havin' a good time up in the party

Even though we wasn’t really speakin' at the time

And we never got to have a conversation

That still weighs heavy on my mind

Busy ignorin' each other

We didn’t know if we be over

In just a matter of time (neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots)

I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind

And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

I’m feelin' some type of way

Can somebody explain why?

(who shot ya)

Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain

I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)

Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown

They took your life in vain but your memories still remain

It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya

And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya

Somebody knows

Can’t believe it’s been this long

Twenty years have come and gone

There is so much we need to know (Old school, new school need to learn though)

And until I get some kind of resolution

I cannot choose to let go (yeah)

No help from the police

Only hang on to the memories

Whoever did it better stay low-key

'Cause it’s hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind (damn near lost

my mind)

And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

I’m feelin' some type of way

Can somebody explain why?

(who shot ya)

Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain

I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon' hold me down, down (who shot ya)

Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown

They took your life in vain but your memories still remain

It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya

And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya

Somebody knows

I don’t even know where to start and it’s very hard to address it

A conversation still that most niggas don’t want to mess with

Continue his blessings I send to you and Mama Wallace

To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet

While I give you these bars, I try not to lose my composure

It has been twenty years and yes you still lookin' for closure

Still can’t try over bein' a baby, not havin' my father

My heart continues to go after CJ and T’yanna

Tryna avoid truckin' 'bout it, not to revisit the drama

Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma

Big Poppa, yes, we will rep your legacy proper

And now downtown to provide the answers in your honor

Frank and Pac, I hope y’all had the chance to talk in heaven fellas

About the truth that really led to why y’all both ain’t here to tell us

Y’all probably up there talkin' about who really fuckin' did it

Maybe you a sinners should sign with some honest answers in it

I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flex and

Even after all this time, we could never fully accept it

From Western house Brooklyn to bein' one of the great

To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake

The Notorious B.I.G.

was silenced forever, and Los Angeles are searching for

his killer