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One, one two |
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Check me out right here yo |
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[Verse One: Puff Daddy] |
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Yo, the sun don't *******ne forever |
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[BIG:] (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) |
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But as long as it's here then we might as well *******ne together |
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[BIG:] (All up in my ears) |
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Better now than never, business before pleasure |
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[BIG:] (The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) |
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P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? |
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Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight |
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[BIG:] (YEAH!) |
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So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right |
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Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin |
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[BIG:] (YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) |
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Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? |
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[BIG:] (Turn that *******t all the way up, yeah) |
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You know that I'm two levels above you baby |
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[BIG:] (Music's gettin louder) |
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Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby |
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[BIG:] (This *******t is hot!) |
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Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked |
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[BIG:] (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke |
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So the only thing left now is God for these cats |
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And BIG you know you too hard for these cats |
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I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats |
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While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats |
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[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] |
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In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em |
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He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em |
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You heard of us, the murderers, most shady |
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Been on the low lately, the feds hate me |
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The son of *Satan*, they say my killin's too blatant |
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You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin |
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Duct tapin, your fam destiny |
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lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist |
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Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal |
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Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal |
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Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars |
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And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes |
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Excellence is my presence, never tense |
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Never hesitant, leave a ****** bent real quick |
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Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike |
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Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson |
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action, pack guns, ridiculous |
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And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch |
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Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch |
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Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso |
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Now you call me Castro, my rap flows |
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militant, y'all ******s ain't killin *******t |
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Ooops Cristal keep spillin *******t, you overdid it homes |
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You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone |
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Hold hands and say it like me |
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The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic |
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Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic |
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Park did quick to spark kids who start *******t |
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See me, only me |
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The Underboss of this holocaust |
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Truly yours, Frank White |
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] |
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We got the real live *******t from front to back |
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To my people in the world, where the ****** you at? |
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Where my ******z is at? |
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Where the ****** my ******* at? |
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Where my ******* is at? |
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[repeat all 2X] |
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[Verse Three: Puff Daddy] |
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Put your money on the table and get your math on |
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Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on |
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See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on |
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There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on |
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I never lose the passion to go platinum |
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Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone |
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Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it |
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to make classics, hotter than acid |
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P-D, rollin on your tape or CD |
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The girl-boy killa, no team illa |
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The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel |
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We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle |
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What you can do is check your distribution |
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My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em |
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You ain't gotta like me, you just mad |
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Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be |
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[Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.] |
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We got the *******t, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights |
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The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas |
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Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us |
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P-Diddy run the city, show no pity |
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I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' |
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Matty broke the neck of your coke connect |
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No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish |
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Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish |
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Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe |
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Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch |
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Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him |
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******z step up, with just Mase and 'em |
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placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused |
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The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy |
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Business wise, I play men |
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Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men |
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You screamin, I position, competition |
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Nother day in the life of the Comission |
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[Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking] |
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Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? |
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Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there |
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That's good, it's all ****** up now |
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Y'all know it's all ****** up now right? |
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What the ****** I'ma do now? |
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What I'ma do now? |
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Can y'all hear me out there? |
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Can y'all hear me out there? |
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****** y'all ******z wanna do |
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It's all ****** up now |
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What I'ma do now, huh? |
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What I'ma do now |
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It's all ****** up now |
