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from Tribute To The Notorious B.I.G [tribute] (1997)
Yeah this right here goes out to everyone who's lost someone that they truly loved Check it out Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track you locked the flow So far from hangin' on the block for dough Notorius they got to know that Life ain't always what it seem to be Words can't express what you mean to me Even though you're gone we still a team Thru your family I'll fulfill your dreams In the future can't wait to see if you'll open up the gates for me Reminisce sometime the night they took my friend Try to black it out but it plays again When it's real feelings hard to conceal Can't imagine all the pain I feel Give anything to hear half your breath I know you still livin' your Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you We miss you Big It's kinda hard with you not around Know you in Heaven smilin' down Watching us while we pray for you Everyday we pray for you Till the day we meet again In my heart is where I keep you friend Memories give me the strength I need to proceed Strength I need to believe My thoughts Big I just can't define Wish I could turn back the hands of time Us and the six shop for new clothes and kicks You and me takin' flics Makin' hits stages they receive you on Still can't believe you're gone Give anything to hear half your breath I know you still livin' your Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you Somebody tell me why On that morning When this life is over I know I'll see your face Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you We miss you Big Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you We miss you Big Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) Been around the world and yah yah yah And we been playa hated [say what?] I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Baby baby I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah) Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was a gentleman, livin in tenements Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh) Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon) What you waitin for, let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh) And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese Been around the world and yah yah yah And we been playa hated [say what?] I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Baby baby Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah) Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon) Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by In the brand new treasure on a old try Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!' It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I. Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe Been around the world and yah yah yah And we been playa hated [say what?] I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Baby baby You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop
Verse One: Mase Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe) I'm through with bein a player and a baller Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never seen so you suck my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right) Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes [Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Puff] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah Verse Two: Mase Broken glass everywhere *glass shatters* if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right) I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?) Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh) Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? (yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh) I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust? Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?" Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me? Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree? (Ahaha!) Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy [Mase] Can't nobody take my pride [Puff] Uh-uh, uh-uh [Mase] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no [Mase] I got to keep on movin Verse Three: Mase Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat? (yeah) Where your chicks at? (yeah) Where your whips at? (where dey at?) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right) Don't knock me cause you're boring I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me cause their words just don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh) We spend cheese, in the West Indies Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (who?) Bet against us? (Not a sure bet) We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right) and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet [Mase] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Mase] We're tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah [Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder [Mase] Why you wanna take us under [Puff] Why you wanna take us under (repeat 2X) Chorus: repeat to fade |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Then, there are the times in my life
When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far *Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know? Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Do you know? Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore So far from pure, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore *repeat Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Do you know? I been on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on the road of life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at *repeat (Lord can you help me get there? Please let me get there) Where are you going to? Do you know? Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Do you know? |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Chorus:
Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours If it's not it's yours, we on the job Everybody eatin, everybody involved You can't stop that like you can't stop rap Bad Boy stop what's the chance of that? We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks And we don't have to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New York And out West, we want y'all to understand All we wanna do is make you dance We know the song ain't done wrong when the party is hot Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Verse Two: Lil' Kim When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough Fuck Domino's, strictly dice Bet you niggaz won't flow for this ice, notes is the price Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke While my pockets on re-up Y'all niggaz shit on E, what a pi-ty Ain't it a shame how your man chose me And you wanna know why, it's mad simple Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies Drive a Ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow He know, anything I touch I blow And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow Gotta crew full of niggaz and a Lexus too All of them hold me down while I'm pressin you So who stressin who, and even though my nigga gone Lil' Kim and Puff Daddy keep keepin it on Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow Bang this til you're bein old when you at home on the six-four, sittin on chrome Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us At the end of the night they gonna slide with us I could tell y'all the rest but it's ob-vious To the top now, ride with us, c'mon We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch every single region, we own blocks Never let up, you tell me, who do it better Every single I drop, at least two are better The song ain't the wrong when the party is hot Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Everything we make is hot Thought I told you that we never stop Keep risin to the top, yeahhh Keep risin to the top, yeahhh (repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Aha, yeah, yeah
In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "live your life" Do you love me baby I'll be your friend Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh I swear now, I done killed that shit Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops Nigga keyed up, stash for real Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time Is it still me baby? The one on your mind Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu? Can I love you baby? What we about to do could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there? Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs Do you want me baby? Just let me know like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow Get freaky baby, can you handle that? Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah Chorus 2X to fade |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Verse One: Styles]
My click is in it til it's over, never sober Bustin over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa Yo, it's the style see it's still the same And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'ciane Papi know my face, so he don't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time I hit the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine from yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine [Chorus: Puff Daddy] I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit That nigga that you can't get along wit Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit That nigga that you see in the videos That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin money gameplan [Verse Two: Sheek] Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet? When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb Blown the hall pearl wide been long gone Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that? Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish Bad Boys, and we all eat together When it go down, then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight? I know cats who sniff that Enjoy life, what are you sayin? If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin Anything to do with money you can count J in Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox [Chorus] - fades out |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
(I'll always be there for you)
[Puff] Yeah (I'll never betray you) [Puff] Mmm, mmm, mmm (I love you baby) [Puff] I love you baby Verse One: Black Rob I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair" Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out They want beef out here, they gon' get it in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this (I'll get you back) Chorus: repeat 2X I love you baby No you don't You drive me crazy That's right I'll never betray thee Uhh I love you baby C'mon Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus) Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike I ain't know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black when you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world, baby girl Youse about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin And plan your extermination, word Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin Low profile single, house in Staten Island and Manhattan while, them same cats you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up And get away scot free without some type of injury Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you Who knew she was the female Rambo Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door Life is out, snuffed all they mans in In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin Not for long the buck the forty-four strong Just like that she was gone, now it's over Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt and admire how the chick went out Chorus: repeat to fade |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Yeah, this right here goes out to everyone who's lost
someone that they truly loved.... Check it out.... Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track, you locked the flow So far from hangin' on the block for dough Notorius they got to know that Life ain't always what it seem to be Words can't express what you mean to me Even though you're gone we still a team Thru your family I'll fulfill your dreams In the future can't wait to see if you'll Open up the gates for me Reminisce sometime the night they took my friend Try to black it out, but it plays again When it's real feelings hard to conceal Can't imagine all the pain I feel Give anything to hear half your breath I know you still livin' your life after death Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you (We miss you, Big....) It's kinda hard wit you not around Know you in Heaven smilin' down Watching us while we pray for you Everyday we pray for you Till the day we meet again In my heart is where I keep you friend Memories give me the strength I need to proceed Strength I need to believe My thoughts, Big, I just can't define Wish I could turn back the hands of time Us and the six shop for new clothes and kicks You and me takin' flics Makin' hits, stages they receive you on Still can't believe you're gone Give anything to hear half your breath I know you still livin' your life after death Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day When you went away What a life to take What a bond to break I'll be missing you Somebody tell me why... On that morning When this life is over I know, I'll see your face Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Everytime I pray I'll be missing you Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day (We miss you) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Sometimes I think about dyin
Yeahhh-haaa Unfortunately, I'm seein a lot of death in my life Oahhhooooh I seen a lot of friends die I seen a lot of family members die If, I, should, diiiiie tonight When I think about dyin, I think about Won't it be, alllll, before my time? a sense of release Just released from all the pressures I know dyin, sugar yeah and all the negativity cause, I know you I also think about, finally, gettin a chance to see all the loves ones again If, I, should, diiiiie tonight that left before me That'll be kinda fly Won't, it be, alllll, before my ti-me Walk through the gates, see my grandmother See BIG, see God, heh I know dyin, sugar yeah Shit is crazy Because I know you, know youuuu I never been afraid to die If I should, diiiiie tonight But I know I don't wanna die Not just yet anyway Won't it be, alllll before, my time? Feel like I got a lot more livin to do I know dyin, sugar yeahhhhaeahhh Lot of unfinished business Cause I know, you, ohhhhh KnowhatI'msayin? If I, should die, tonight ba-by We'll see Won't it be far before my time? I know dyin What does it all mean? Sugar yeah Sugar yeah What does it all mean? Yeahhahahhhahhhhhahhh *music fades* I don't wanna die... |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Sometimes I think about dyin
Yeahhh-haaa Unfortunately, I'm seein a lot of death in my life Oahhhooooh I seen a lot of friends die I seen a lot of family members die If, I, should, diiiiie tonight When I think about dyin, I think about Won't it be, alllll, before my time? a sense of release Just released from all the pressures I know dyin, sugar yeah and all the negativity cause, I know you I also think about, finally, gettin a chance to see all the loves ones again If, I, should, diiiiie tonight that left before me That'll be kinda fly Won't, it be, alllll, before my ti-me Walk through the gates, see my grandmother See BIG, see God, heh I know dyin, sugar yeah Shit is crazy Because I know you, know youuuu I never been afraid to die If I should, diiiiie tonight But I know I don't wanna die Not just yet anyway Won't it be, alllll before, my time? Feel like I got a lot more livin to do I know dyin, sugar yeahhhhaeahhh Lot of unfinished business Cause I know, you, ohhhhh KnowhatI'msayin? If I, should die, tonight ba-by We'll see Won't it be far before my time? I know dyin What does it all mean? Sugar yeah Sugar yeah What does it all mean? Yeahhahahhhahhhhhahhh *music fades* I don't wanna die... |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
This is a story about two lives
ones from chicago and the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what you thinking of repentence But I'm coming back with the vengence Running like the essense it was intense bottom was the end I bring these motherfuckers like sentence What its been sin let me not go deep in the story But douple up free when Im rapping got me going up in the zone Then let my niggas and bitches dat heard a nigga and how it happened Got thrown in it you remember I was crazy in the shoulder When I praised to be holder hit a man Like a crusier within a range with the rover Instead of you feeling strange to a soldier Me and puff dropped in the parking lot I already found the key so lets crawl on the floor But I decided to rob but we still tracked I have found a shop I gotta bust that hoe who you gotta drive I'ma let the M.O.L.L. ride blast when you crash through the exit You still alive but our oppersition gotta die when it goes in the zone To the next shit when the car speed stomp I blast my heat on Guns cocked I'ma winshield thats us should of been killed Kept shootin till I see his dirty face do a windmill Startin cashin for mojin now we frozen aint nobody here holding Been in th staples kind of golden now we doulging no niggas have roading They started coming at us with high tec shit Theres so much a mac can do but you know what we got to do Dont get in the wind cause this is the end of chapter 2 they coming after you Chorus Living my life on the run, wit these niggas coming after me Is this the way that it has to be I cant tell these dreams from reality Now I'm not afraid to die so it really doesn't matter to me It just migh |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Damn
I would have never thought it ever woulda been like this Life is crazy God -- please watch over my family Please protect em Forgive my enemies -- for they know not what they do Please Lord -- forgive me for my sins, and protect me from evil For thou art the kingdom, the power, and the glory Now and forever In your name we pray Amen |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Damn
I would have never thought it ever woulda been like this Life is crazy God -- please watch over my family Please protect em Forgive my enemies -- for they know not what they do Please Lord -- forgive me for my sins, and protect me from evil For thou art the kingdom, the power, and the glory Now and forever In your name we pray Amen |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, I got no time today (Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?) With all this work I got no time to play (OK) Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play, then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open and I read it, it said [G-Dep] What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with a gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear he's due You just do what need doin' Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one [Puffy] OK, good Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Stand around all day wishin' they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens Head was mean, had a head for schemes Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her [Female] Hey yo, what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix With sun cats that say they real But they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed [Puffy] Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if it's wrong, make it right Not tommorow, tonight They barkin', I know the bite Jumped in the B-N-Z Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me See, I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town Ride around for a minute Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings Interrupted by a cell ring Yeah yeah [Female] Hey Boo come and get me, I'm here [Puffy] Where? [Female] Teterboro Give me a few It was like I flew But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew Pulled up around 2, late like I do With the urge to bug She gave me a nervous hug And when I heard the slugs What I saw in the blur was thugs Tryin' to soak my fur with blood Dropped to the curb and ducked Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car Like "How I'm gon' get out this shit?" These niggas don't know what they about to get A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail Bust my gun at three and one fell The other two, waitin' to see what I'mma do [G-Dep] Hope you brought your arms Cuz you're gonna need 'em to hold me [Puffy] Peeped around the car slowly Then I let 'em have the whole wheat Man there's six million ways to die And you chose me, but I'm an OG And in the distance is police I'm still bustin', tryin' to kill something And I can't hide the fact that I peeled something I feel this thing, like in a minute I won't feel a thing The two cats jumped in the blue Ac' I fired one shot, they fired two back They murked off in the night I get them fools back, man they ain't seen the last of me But I'm bleeding rapidly Shot up in the stomach and that wasn't how it had to be Heartbeat failin', car alarm wailin' Couldn't walk straight then the firearm failed Now I'm thinkin' how this bitch played me Then I faded |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[singing by India]
Sabes bien que fue un enga~o lo que me hiciste fue un pecado asi mismo me enga~aste (~ substituted for the spanish n) translation: You know well it was a lie what you did to me was a sin that's the way you betrayed me.... Verse One: Puff Daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can spend all day and chill, all night Come sleep with the king, peep what I bring Every few weeks it's a bigger size ring Carats ain't nuttin when the cabbage ain't nuttin I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin You can never need for nuttin, only one pipe Would you like to go to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife? Am I moving fast? It could happen real soon Thousand dollar shoes, dance in ballrooms You know the dress, that got the party impressed You'll only wear it one time, cause the world is mine I try to address it, but you never get the message You the water in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing) Mami ven aqui, I wanna be your papi chulo can't you see? (mi amor) Baby I need you conmigo Your style is my steelo te necesito aqui (te necesito yo a ti, te amo) Baby come to me (2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy Her name is Carmen, she live down in Spanish Harlem And I think I have the key to her secret garden When I seen her, I used to want to beg her pardon But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart And when she walked by, I would panic, even though I was cool with her pops Lou, the mechanic Went to school with her brother, that's right I never could build up the words to express how I loved her Long hair, pretty face, slim waist The kind that you marry and take to another place [India sings again] and exchange vows, spend thous Make love in a hot tub, where there's a hot towel She'll be loyal without being spoiled You can shuck all you want but she's still gonna ignore you Makes no sense to say mira Cause bet she won't turn him around, she's my senorita Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy I rock regular clothes, as well as Gucci too And if you don't believe me, ask Groovy Loo You're beautiful, so I stay true to you I think you oughta see things like Bermuda boo No cooperation, got me walkin around pacin Patient, waitin for my day of penetration Your relationships is bullshit, your man is a prick with a little bit of bricks and a whip baby Please, I got plenty of V's What you want the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5 That's when I opened my eyes I was dreamin, damn it was all a surprise But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill Yet still gotta keep this one concealed Even though I never got a chance to meet her I still need her, cause she's my senorita Chorus *Puffy talking over the chorus* *India sings her part from the beginning again* Chorus *woman singing, man talking* |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (BIG: All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (BIG: The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (BIG: YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you baby (BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG: This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked (BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The sun is ... (blurred) ... they say my killin's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under the vest by the abdominal hum a few |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day
another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water for the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos and the navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger then I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?" Chorus: Puff Daddy Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo' You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads" G'night Bone Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision Watching my life go down, like Christian Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard they just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest straight, the other two came a little late, and just barely missed my face I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid and own the world, bone all the girlie girls That's when I finally figured out That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions No more confessions only suggestions I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin them niggaz didn't even get to peep Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead They fled, and they waved, hot lead If I aimed up, I'd be on my deathbed Sucker move, for that they don't get no props Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots We in the block, no Land posters just old posters of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures I'm tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are" Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt That night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin That's when I heard the bustin, yeah Chorus |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Uhh, check it out, uhh
*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what Verse One: Puff Daddy Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: |
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from Godzilla (고질라) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (1998)
Uh-huh, Yeah,
Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh Uh-huh, Yeah, uuh Uh-huh, Yeah, Yeah Hear my cries Hear my call Lend me your ears See my fall See my error Know my faults Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking Backtracking Where I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bad rap Wiretap me Back-stab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close your eyes Come with me Come with me, Yeah Come with me, Uh-huh, Yeah You said to trust you You'd never hurt me Now I'm disgusted Since then adjusted Certainly you fooled me Ridiculed me Left me hanging Now shit is boomeranging Right back at you Think long range Narrow-minded Left me blinded I cosigned it Shit backfired But I'm bouncing back I grinded Not many would bear the pressure You comprehend me You want to end me You offend me It's trauma Feel the trauma Come with me Yeah, Uh-huh, ah ha Come with me, Don't be afraid, yeah Come with me I close my eyes And I see.. You standing there I cry... Tears... Of sorrow... I die.... Uh-huh, Yeah Fuck my enemies Fuck my foes Damn these hoes You're stepping on my toes Back up off me Take your hands off me Give me room to breathe I'm not hearing it I'm not fearing it I'm up to my ears in it Bullshit I'm destructive Some women find that seductive Some say it's lunacy Reluctantly I've been moving on I ignore you Sorry if I bore you I neglect you Don't mean to disrespect you Can't you see I love you dearly And that sincerely But you annoy me You can't avoid me I'm here to stay Forever and ever and a day That's never I can't let you go I can't forget it Why you did it I won't permit it And won't acquit it I want to fight you I'll fucking bite you Can't stand nobody like you You can't run You can't hide No surprise Close your eyes Come with me, yeah Come with me Come with me, AHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOWWW Yeah, like this Come on, Come on Yeah turn me up, turn me up Yeah yeah yeah, come on now, Yeah Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears (Uh huh You ready now? Come on check this out) Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears, Uhh (Oh yeah that's right, Oh yeah that's right) Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears See my fall See my errors Know my faults Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking Backtracking Where I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bad rap Wiretap me Backstab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close your eyes Come with me Come with me (x8) I'm gonna take you with me I want to fight you I'll fucking bite you Can't stand nobody like you You can't run You can't hide No surprise Close your eyes Come with me I'm gonna take you with me I'm here to stay Forever ever And ever and day that's never Come with me Uh-huh, Yeah (x6) Come with me |
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from Puff Daddy - Come With Me [single] (1998)
Uh-huh yeah, (2x)
Uh uh-huh yeah, (4x) Yeah. Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, See my fall, See my error, Know my faults, Time halts, See my loss, Know I'm lacking, Backtracking, Where I met you, Pistol packing, Itchy finger, Trigger happy, Try to trap me, Bad rap, Wiretap me, Backstab me, Break the faith, Fall from grace, Tell me lies, Time flies, Close your eyes, Come with me. Come with me, Yeah, Come with me, Uh-huh yeah, Yeah. You said to trust you, You'd never hurt me, Now I'm disgusted, Since then adjusted, Certainly you fooled me, Ridiculed me, Left me hangin', Now sh*t's boomerangin', Right back at ya, Think long-ranged, Narrow minded, Left me blinded, I co-signed it, Sh*t backfired, But I'm bouncin' back, I grinded, Not many would bear the pressure, You comprehend me, You musn't end me, You offend me, It's trauma, Feel the drama, Come with me. Yeah, Uh-huh, Heh-heh Come with me, Don't be afraid, Yeah, Come with me. I close my eyes, And I see, You--standing there, I cry, Tears--of sorrow, I die. Uh-huh, Yeah. Fuck my enemies, Fuck my foes, Damn these hoes, Is steppin' on my toes, Back up off me, Take your hands off me, Give me room to breathe, I'm not hearin' it, I'm not fearin' it, I'm up to my ears in it, Bullshit, I'm destructive, Some women find that seductive, Some say it's lunacy, But luckily I've been movin on, I ignore you, Sorry if I call you, I neglect you, Don't mean to disrespect you, Can't you see... I love you dearly, And not sincerely, But you annoy me, You can't avoid me, I'm here to stay, Forever, And ever in a day thats never, I can't let you go, I can't forget it, Why you did it, I won't permit it, I won't acquit it, I wanna to fight you, I'll f*ckin' bite you, Can't stand nobody like you, You can't run, You can't hide, No surprise, Close your eyes, Come with me. Yeah, Come with me. (2x) Owwwww..... Yeah I like this, Come on, (2x) Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, Uh-huh, You ready now, Come on check this out, Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, See my fall, See my errors, Know my faults, Time halts, See my loss, Know I'm lacking, Backtracking, Where I met you, Pistol packing, Itchy finger, Trigger happy, Try to trap me, Bad rap, Wiretap me, Backstab me, Break the faith, Fall from grace, Tell me lies, Time flies, Close your eyes, Come with me. I'm gonna to fight you, I'll f*ckin' bite you, Can't stand nobody like you, You can't run, You can't hide, No surprise, Close your eyes, Come with me!!! I'ma take you with me! I'm here to stay, Forever, And ever and a day, That's never, Come with me. Uh-huh, yeah, (6x) Come with me. |
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from Puff Daddy - Come With Me [single] (1998)
Uh-huh yeah, (2x)
Uh uh-huh yeah, (4x) Yeah. Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, See my fall, See my error, Know my faults, Time halts, See my loss, Know I'm lacking, Backtracking, Where I met you, Pistol packing, Itchy finger, Trigger happy, Try to trap me, Bad rap, Wiretap me, Backstab me, Break the faith, Fall from grace, Tell me lies, Time flies, Close your eyes, Come with me. Come with me, Yeah, Come with me, Uh-huh yeah, Yeah. You said to trust you, You'd never hurt me, Now I'm disgusted, Since then adjusted, Certainly you fooled me, Ridiculed me, Left me hangin', Now sh*t's boomerangin', Right back at ya, Think long-ranged, Narrow minded, Left me blinded, I co-signed it, Sh*t backfired, But I'm bouncin' back, I grinded, Not many would bear the pressure, You comprehend me, You musn't end me, You offend me, It's trauma, Feel the drama, Come with me. Yeah, Uh-huh, Heh-heh Come with me, Don't be afraid, Yeah, Come with me. I close my eyes, And I see, You--standing there, I cry, Tears--of sorrow, I die. Uh-huh, Yeah. Fuck my enemies, Fuck my foes, Damn these hoes, Is steppin' on my toes, Back up off me, Take your hands off me, Give me room to breathe, I'm not hearin' it, I'm not fearin' it, I'm up to my ears in it, Bullshit, I'm destructive, Some women find that seductive, Some say it's lunacy, But luckily I've been movin on, I ignore you, Sorry if I call you, I neglect you, Don't mean to disrespect you, Can't you see... I love you dearly, And not sincerely, But you annoy me, You can't avoid me, I'm here to stay, Forever, And ever in a day thats never, I can't let you go, I can't forget it, Why you did it, I won't permit it, I won't acquit it, I wanna to fight you, I'll f*ckin' bite you, Can't stand nobody like you, You can't run, You can't hide, No surprise, Close your eyes, Come with me. Yeah, Come with me. (2x) Owwwww..... Yeah I like this, Come on, (2x) Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, Uh-huh, You ready now, Come on check this out, Hear my cries, Hear my call, Lend me your ears, See my fall, See my errors, Know my faults, Time halts, See my loss, Know I'm lacking, Backtracking, Where I met you, Pistol packing, Itchy finger, Trigger happy, Try to trap me, Bad rap, Wiretap me, Backstab me, Break the faith, Fall from grace, Tell me lies, Time flies, Close your eyes, Come with me. I'm gonna to fight you, I'll f*ckin' bite you, Can't stand nobody like you, You can't run, You can't hide, No surprise, Close your eyes, Come with me!!! I'ma take you with me! I'm here to stay, Forever, And ever and a day, That's never, Come with me. Uh-huh, yeah, (6x) Come with me. |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Bizzy Bone]
Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', It's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls In the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, To hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' [Puffy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it * - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) [Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I? [Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka [Puffy] Do or die? [Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through) |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy] (Mario)
I've seen a lot of things in my life Alot of ups and downs Made alot of mistakes No matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life (Oh) You're everything to me (Oh) You never left my side (You're my best friend) I love you so much (Yes, you are) You're my best friend [Puffy] Since the beginning of time All you did was bless men Too young to understand but now you my best friend How could they doubt you, never think about you Don't they know nothing's possible without you Faith without fear that's how they raised me Words of man kill but never phase me Grateful for wisdom that you gave me But still I'm like, dear God I wonder, Could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due Judgment day, don't they know They can't escape your crew I'm just trying to live right and pray You take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord 1 - [Mario Winans] Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me I surrender all to thee I want the whole wide world to see That we've always been and we'll always be Best friends [Puffy] Sometimes I reminisce and wonder How I made it this far Because of you, I'm me, so you the real star Your hindsight, the time's right to get my mind tight Then give it to you and let it shine bright My best friend, only know how to teach the truth Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit Can't you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for and die for you Willies with mac millies know how you get down We know the drama you bring whenever you hit town Just remember when you pray, God is love Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs Life as we know it, it all begins with Him Life as we know it, it all ends with Him If I was you I would never try to pretend with Him He might spaz and blow it, I'm best friends with him Repeat 1 [Puffy] Been two and a half years since my man Big passed Been two and a half years since my world crashed I needed help, God gave me the power Gave me the strength to go face To face with my darkest hour Looked me in the eyes and ask "What you doing unhappy?" "Don't you know why I'm here?" And started shooting at me Back to the wall, is my faith gonna play out Never wavered once, gave me no way out Your time to die, don't even stress the date You're coming with me, your soul I'm next to take I told him "I'm too much blessed with faith" "And living for Christ" and then He said "Manifest the great" All of a sudden, what I'm remembering Ground started to shake, everything tremb |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
ayo bad boy for life what change bu the name we's till here and we gonna get rocked up round here and raise the roof i'm livin proof super range out of nyc you can't roll wit me i'm 100 times faster than you as you are slow now let's go get tha show on the road let's blow this popstand and rock it wit the best of the test of the west the best of the rest so no leaks no half time show off freaks diddy speaks. |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
Puffy] (Mase) |Kelly|
Yeah, we up now, yeah (Uh c'mon) Yeah, we up now (Uh, uh c'mon) We up now |Baby, I like it| Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh c'mon) (Uh uh c'mon) |I like it babe| (Uh uh c'mon) (C'mon c'mon c'mon) They're back [Puffy] Yo, now nobody party like we party You wouldn't know 'till you cats see me party I hardly sip bacardi So your clique think a nigga To pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh) But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P. D-I-double D-Y Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out Same cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep) All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep) Don't know whatch'all 'bout but I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on the low When I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to) They know why everything I touch is so fly Mult-I so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi All day the niggas from New York to Norway My name hold more weight than Broadway 1 - [Kelly Price] You like the way I do the things I do It's all for you No way to fill my shoes Cuz all I do, I do for you The more cheddar, the more better Ever since I was young I was a go-getter And you should know better to call Puff the coketeller Knowin' I'm a Hummer wholesaler And you should know this I'm a poet, got money won't show it I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle Talk slick, I might bust you Watch your manners, I be on the cameras I be the next cat down in Atlantis Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific Hop in the van shop when we land Don't worry bout the pilot Chattin' in the Chopper's my man I ain't only from Harlem, I'm from the Heartland When I got problems I send in a dark van Cats in the street treat me like a mob man Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man Repeat 1 Yo, I tried to hold back, I can't hold back Y'all could be all that, I want it all back I sat back, let niggas get they dough I played the cut and let niggas rip they show Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this I got to flip, the v's niggas pop the shit, come on And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits Been rock my wrist, and flood my dial These haters be hatin, but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P. Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True Chocolate Mack who's pocket's fat You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy Repeat 1 while: [Mase] (Puffy) Yep yep, All Out Yep yep, H World Yep yep, Bad Boy Yep yep, wanna blow Yep yep, I'm a problem Yep yep, can I be Yep yep, Crime Fam' Yep yep, suga suga Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now) Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that) Uh uh uh uh uh All Out, we back we back (We gon' see what you could do now cuz we up now) Yeah Baby Stase, Blinky Blink (It's our time, come on, come on, come on, come o |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
Aiyyo One two, one two One two, one two This one right here Goes out to all the fake thugs out there Yeah, yeah uh huh Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter You may say I have a ego, or just merry free But none of that tough talk I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard that fake thug shit? brotha I don't mean to brag, never never hate You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed I put feelings aside, you know who I am P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S. And I hate when one attempts to analyze Franchise, get your hands tied Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking That dream is over, your body sinking [Redman] Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka You thugs out there who don't got a clue (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out) Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all [Puffy] We got it ziplocked (that's right) Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop) We roll, we ball, we all night long We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime Immaculate fame, you can have that shit I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch Models and actresses that swallow bottles That magnum shit Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up Tear it down when the mics is up Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well Locked the flow so tight you gotta know I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough Motherfuckers [Redman] Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka You thugs out there, you don't got a clue (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out) Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out) Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all [Puffy] Aiyyo ladies, get up Bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up Cause I see some ladies tonight That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight You might catch a flight if you playing me right But if you whack there you gettin cab fare Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear But you see honey that I'm rappin with there? All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer Back where it is, less traffic there Where Cease is with a few of his pieces That's how we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no mor |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
Forever Timeless Never Ending Forever Eternal Timeless [Radio Announcer1] Tonight in LA, rapper Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down At the media party. He was pronounced dead on arrival. No suspects have been taken into custody. [Radio Announcer2] Combs' trouble seems to continue as he turned himself in today to local police for an alleged assault and Battery charge. He posted bail and was released on his own recognizance. [Puff] In my distress I prayed to the Lord And the Lord answered and rescued me The Lord is for me so I will not be afraid What can mere mortals do to me Yes the Lord is for me He will help me I will look in triumph at those who hate me It's better to trust the Lord than to take confidence in people It's better to trust the Lord than to have confidence in Princes Though hostle nations surrounded me I destroyed them all in the name of the Lord Yes, they surrounded and attacked me But I destroyed them all in the name of the Lord They swarmed around me like bees They blazed against me like roaring flames But I destroyed them all in the name of the Lord The Lord is my strength and my song He has become my victory Lord forgive them, for they know not what they do |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Intro]
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me You need people like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And say "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy Go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again [Puff] To be or not to be [Mase] My mother's wrong [Puff] That's the question, you feel me? [Mase] My father was wrong [Puff] They say I'm wrong So they say [Mase] So they say [Puff] Ha ha, come on It's like this right here [Mase] To all my niggas, check this out * - [Lil' Kim] It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit [Puffy] Ain't another crew like us That could do like us See the world from a view like us Still always come through like us They ain't true like us If they only knew like us It's less than a small few like us And they ain't pay dues like us Never on P's and Q's like us They don't move like us They don't have the right to choose like us Or get mad cause they ain't grew like us They ain't on cue like us They don't fit the shoe like us Don't know who's who like us (who dat?) Strangers, ain't aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred cats That knock 'em back, they get the axe And a hard case to crack I'm a hard face to track Fast as they can test us We flip 'em on they backs, like that The many men that make us great must stay together Cause together, we're hard to break Repeat * [Mark Curry] Look out mutha fucka I tried to warn 'em You don't wanna double cross us Haven't you heard how many guy they lost with us You don't wanna floss with us Cause shit cost with us Ain't nobody boss but us We got force wit us, of course it's us It's no being better off than us And ain't a hotter source than us And these streets ain't divorcing us We ain't got no remorse in us Know to hold your horse with us No cuttin' shorts with us Here to stay, no abortin us, no extortin' us Between us we got the mic domain and artillery Therefore, it's all free reign, who's domain When shots ring, who remains, they refrain Who walks away with the gain Us Thorough niggas that's hard to top Together we're too hard to stop Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Ain't a bitch like me that can spit like me Who could say they rich like me They don't hold the four fifth like me Ain't a hit like me Nobody load the clip like me Cut coke and flip like me Make hit after hit like me Wear the title Queen Bitch like me Ya'll ain't good in bed like me And ya'll don't give head like me Plus your crew don't break bread like me Think about it, this a one shot deal Ya'll got one shot still When m |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
Sometimes I don't think you motherfuckers Understand where I'm coming from Where I'm tryin' to get to Sometimes I hear voices I can't see it, can you see it? Turn the lights on Check this out Make money's the motto, staying desparados New chance of hitting the lotto Let's take it to the neck wit this bottle Get in the Eldorado And break from this bitch at full throttle You like fuckin' fashion models? That only waddle with cats that flash stacks Or squabble with niggas that flash gats Then squirt hot pellets out their nozzles And leave a nigga hurting on the block Sounding like when you gargle Them hero niggas that plot Them zero niggas get got And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a gun smoking hot All around the world's where I go Places that only I know Goodfella not gunshotto And I'm tellin' niggas, make money's the motto Fuck the niggas that squable And I hit them back and fourteen hollow, take that * - [Carl Thomas] I hear voices inside And I see crime, don't die And I need changes Oh, please, please, please Don't go Don't go Above while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one of them presidents Feel me? Representing my money for the love of my money I leave a man stiffer than the mummy Now don't miss it, if I catch them coming for me When I try to tell a dummy You took it like I was saying something funny Took it like my word wasn't shit, like I wasn't legit' What occurs is gonna be hard to forget That's something I'll never permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things low-low They don't really know, though Bad Boy the motherfuckin' logo Stay on your toes They shouldn't get it mistaken Hope they don't think I'm faking Mess around and get thier life taken and shaken You know the rule of thumb be Don't try to take nothing from me I rule it wit a street stay slummy Make money's the motto, fuck the niggas that squabble I know I might be hard for you to swallow Ya feel me? Repeat 1 while: [Puffy] Sometimes I just feel like y'all don't understand Where I'm coming from, where I'm trying to get to Shit is really deep, my shit is deep They don't have a direct understanding of me Fuck what they planning for me I just won't accept the bullshit that they handing me Still standing after the trouble remains, it's me If you trying to make it clear and explaining to me And all that negative shit pertaining to me What ya think I claiming to be A straight heart staying with me I can tell it's about to go down I told them, slow down before I send the low down And skip out of town And I don't wanna but I'll do it if I gotta The situation is serious and getting hotter You know what they say about those that |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
Puffy] (Mase) |Kelly|
Yeah, we up now, yeah (Uh c'mon) Yeah, we up now (Uh, uh c'mon) We up now |Baby, I like it| Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh c'mon) (Uh uh c'mon) |I like it babe| (Uh uh c'mon) (C'mon c'mon c'mon) They're back [Puffy] Yo, now nobody party like we party You wouldn't know 'till you cats see me party I hardly sip bacardi So your clique think a nigga To pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh) But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P. D-I-double D-Y Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out Same cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep) All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep) Don't know whatch'all 'bout but I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on the low When I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to) They know why everything I touch is so fly Mult-I so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi All day the niggas from New York to Norway My name hold more weight than Broadway * - [Kelly Price] You like the way I do the things I do It's all for you No way to fill my shoes Cuz all I do, I do for you The more cheddar, the more better Ever since I was young I was a go-getter And you should know better To call Puff the coketeller Knowin' I'm a Hummer wholesaler And you should know this I'm a poet, got money won't show it I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle Talk slick, I might bust you Watch your manners, I be on the cameras I be the next cat down in Atlantis Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific Hop in the van shop when we land Don't worry bout the pilot Chattin' in the Chopper's my man I ain't only from Harlem, I'm from the Heartland When I got problems I send in a dark van Cats in the street treat me like a mob man Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man Repeat * Yo, I tried to hold back, I can't hold back Y'all could be all that, I want it all back I sat back, let niggas get they dough I played the cut and let niggas rip they show Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this I got to flip, the v's niggas pop the shit, come on And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits Been rock my wrist, and flood my dial These haters be hatin, but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P. Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True Chocolate Mack who's pocket's fat You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy Repeat * while: [Mase] (Puffy) Yep yep, All Out Yep yep, H World Yep yep, Bad Boy Yep yep, wanna blow Yep yep, I'm a problem Yep yep, can I be Yep yep, Crime Fam' Yep yep, suga suga Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh uh Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now) Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that) Uh uh uh uh uh All Out, we back we back (We gon' see what you could do now cuz we up now) Yeah Baby Stase, Blinky Blink (It's our time, come on, come on, come on, come |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Cheri]
This is a story about two riders One's from Chicago And the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what? You thinkin' there be no repentance? But I'm coming back with a vengence Runnin' like a ant since it was intense Thought it was the end Wish every motherfucker's in like sentence Where they been since? Let me not go deep in the story But damn it, I feel the fury when I'm rapping Got me going off in the zone Hit eleven niggas and bitches at home Hear the drama how it happen Back for one minute You remember I was grazed in the shoulder When I plays the beholder Hit the land like a crusier But in the Range with the Rov' Still it feelin' strange to a soldier Me and Puff trapped in the parking lot I done found the keys so let's crawl on the floor Got up beside the ride but we still trapped But I found my strap, I gotta bust that hoe P., you gotta drive, problem at the angle of the ride Blast when you crash through the exit We still alive but the opposition gotta die When they go then it's on to the next shit When the car screeched off, I blast my heat off Thus crackin' our winshield That stud shoulda been killed Kept shootin' 'till I seen his bloody body do a windmill Started catchin' convulsions that we frozen Ain't nobody here to hold it Feelin the escape was kinda golden Now we dozin' More niggas have rolled in They started comin' at us with high-tech shit It's only so much one mac can do But you know what we got to do Don't get in the wind Is it the end or chapter 2 They coming after you 1 - [Cheri] Living my life on the run With these niggas coming after me Is this the way that it has to be I can't tell these dreams from reality Now I'm not afraid to die So it really don't matter to me It just might be my destiny I hope you niggas is ready for me [Puffy] Yeah, yeah Saw my whole empire crumble into pieces As the trouble increases Escape is the thesis when the car speed releases I'm on the run like Jesus The first chapter was sadness but this one is madness Killers on our asses, plus I'm in 'suit, winney badges Red and blue light flashing Now, let's see who's the fastest Slide through the street like a real C Hit the curb swervin', but I'm still swift Damn it, ain't no brakes I feel like a enemy of the state We on the run like Will Smith Pumpin' some real shit Since the car won't slow down I had to crash through a window Level shook but now we on foot with the showdown Didn't know what we was in for Somehow, someway we gotta get the ammunition For the gun play Now I hear some bullets ricochet, Motherfucker's got to get away T., let's go this a-way through the ally Where these niggas can't score me And max me a building attack me Headin' straight for Kennedy, they can't catch me There 20 minutes exactly Get tickets at the first airline, first flight out Get set for the hardcore, Could you tell where the sky phone |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Cheri]
This is a story about two riders One's from Chicago And the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what? You thinkin' there be no repentance? But I'm coming back with a vengence Runnin' like a ant since it was intense Thought it was the end Wish every motherfucker's in like sentence Where they been since? Let me not go deep in the story But damn it, I feel the fury when I'm rapping Got me going off in the zone Hit eleven niggas and bitches at home Hear the drama how it happen Back for one minute You remember I was grazed in the shoulder When I plays the beholder Hit the land like a crusier But in the Range with the Rov' Still it feelin' strange to a soldier Me and Puff trapped in the parking lot I done found the keys so let's crawl on the floor Got up beside the ride but we still trapped But I found my strap, I gotta bust that hoe P., you gotta drive, problem at the angle of the ride Blast when you crash through the exit We still alive but the opposition gotta die When they go then it's on to the next shit When the car screeched off, I blast my heat off Thus crackin' our winshield That stud shoulda been killed Kept shootin' 'till I seen his bloody body do a windmill Started catchin' convulsions that we frozen Ain't nobody here to hold it Feelin the escape was kinda golden Now we dozin' More niggas have rolled in They started comin' at us with high-tech shit It's only so much one mac can do But you know what we got to do Don't get in the wind Is it the end or chapter 2 They coming after you 1 - [Cheri] Living my life on the run With these niggas coming after me Is this the way that it has to be I can't tell these dreams from reality Now I'm not afraid to die So it really don't matter to me It just might be my destiny I hope you niggas is ready for me [Puffy] Yeah, yeah Saw my whole empire crumble into pieces As the trouble increases Escape is the thesis when the car speed releases I'm on the run like Jesus The first chapter was sadness but this one is madness Killers on our asses, plus I'm in 'suit, winney badges Red and blue light flashing Now, let's see who's the fastest Slide through the street like a real C Hit the curb swervin', but I'm still swift Damn it, ain't no brakes I feel like a enemy of the state We on the run like Will Smith Pumpin' some real shit Since the car won't slow down I had to crash through a window Level shook but now we on foot with the showdown Didn't know what we was in for Somehow, someway we gotta get the ammunition For the gun play Now I hear some bullets ricochet, Motherfucker's got to get away T., let's go this a-way through the ally Where these niggas can't score me And max me a building attack me Headin' straight for Kennedy, they can't catch me There 20 minutes exactly Get tickets at the first airline, first flight out Get set for the hardcore, Could you tell where the sky phone |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Nas] Yo, Yo
[Puffy] Gansta, Gansta [Nas] Gansta Yo [Puffy] That's Right [Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas [Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, They deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum And the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that * - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker] Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill niggas If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust [Beanie Sigel] You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, The realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, Looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower When you gaurd your soap I done seen the biggest Nigga's in the yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Hurricane G]
Hey yo Puff, check this out pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin on em Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like, "Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice" I said yo, the brother dont swear He nice he knows he nice You public enemy number one right now But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit [Puff Daddy] Let's go That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see But you wanna be you ain't shit to me Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart I've seen em come and I've seen em part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer, duck or you'll catch these On the spot, red dots make em all believe Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these See I do the things that they can't achieve So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing Bets on that you'll be disgracing More hotter than the sun I'm living on the run Because i'm public enemy number one Chorus: One,One,One,One,One One,One,One,One,One [Puff Daddy] Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the bentley? Is it my house or maybe its all three I just came up and you're all against me Now ask yourself, why is he number one? Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one Always with God and I don't swing solo Never back down when I gotta throw dolo Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though Pretty young things wanna have my photo One in the room hangin' on the wall In rememberance that I rocked 'em all Got no time for those that think small Grill me in the club cause they can't ball Hate shot callers Hate them ballers Back in control now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun Cause they got me public enemy number one Chorus [Puff Daddy] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers Wanna infiltrate and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes Keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New York mayor Before you try me, you better say your prayers My word to the wise is: "Do not cry" You know that i'm gone then say don't die I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme Thought it was over but I crept from behind Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind Almost 2000 and running out of time Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine Soldiers in position all on the front line Don't make a move t |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, I got no time today (Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?) With all this work I got no time to play (OK) Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play, then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe What they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, It's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open and I read it, it said [G-Dep] What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with a gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear he's due You just do what need doin' Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one [Puffy] OK, good Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Stand around all day wishin' they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens Head was mean, had a head for schemes Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her [Female] Hey yo, what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix With sun cats that say they real But they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, With his dick robbed [Puffy] Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if it's wrong, make it right Not tommorow, tonight They barkin', I know the bite Jumped in the B-N-Z Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me See, I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town Ride around for a minute Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings Interrupted by a cell ring Yeah yeah [Female] Hey Bo |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that Standin' around lookin' cool and shit I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up And have some motherfuckin' fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we procced to give you what you need [Notorious B.I.G] Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need * - On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gon' act wit my nigga? Just remember there's a gun to your dome And I will lick shots and run through your home Or better yet I put your son to the chrome Turn the music up and unplug the phone I will kill him, read my lips You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga I want the stash, keys, hash, Weed, G's motherfucker, freeze Cock sucker, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's Fuck that, fuck that What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin' To us, um pardon me, my bad I shoulda known Ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to m |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of Ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, Can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' But blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, Through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
All I want is somebody who's gonna love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me * - [R. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do No he'll never make love to you like I do So give it to me Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do Is just to satisfy you [Puffy] When it hurt I ease the pain girl, caress your frame Get them worries off your brain girl, I'm in your corner Do what you want, it's your thing girl, I persist and try but We one in the same girl, it ain't a game So I can't play with you, I wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, Grow old and gray with you In good and bad times, we'll always make it through Cause what we got is true, No matter what they say to you I could straight lace you, not just appearance Stimulate your mind, strengthen your spirits Be that voice of reason when you ain't tryna hear it You want it but you fear it, But you love it when you near it Sit her on the sofa, get a little closer Touch you right, do it like a man's suppose to Knew you was the one, that's why I chose you Cause you get down for yours and ride like a soldier Repeat 1 Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy Feel emptiness inside? I can fill that void When you spend time with your woman and listen It shines more than any bagguette diamond can glisten I can't impress you with the cars and the wealth Cause any woman with will and drive can get it herself I'd rather show you it's heartfelt, Make your heart melt And prove to you You're more important than anything else Worthwhile, special like my first child When I see your face it's always like the first time Our eyes met, I knew we'd be together in a tri-jet I wanna give you things that I didn't buy yet Hold you, mold you, don't know, let me show you Ain't no tellin' what we could grow to Let it be known, I told you And I'mma be there for whatever you go through, My love's true Repeat * [R. Kelly] Don't let him sing you a sad song (No baby) Waiting for love like this too long (You don't have to wait, You don't have to wait on him, baby) All that you need I can give you (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on) I do, satisfy you (You don't have to wait on him) [Puffy] I'm the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can't breathe I'm that feeling when you can't leave Some doubt, some believe, some lie, cheat, and deceive So it's only you and me When you weak, I'll make you strong, Here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my arms so you'll never feel neglected I'll just make you aware of what we have is rare In the moment of despair, I'm the courage when you're scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be the |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen
We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-Two, One-Two, in the place to be As you can see I am the crush groovin' There's a whole lot of stars Be groovin' in here tonight The record breaking and the record making Yeah, yeah, turn this up From the states to over seas Every city in between I hit the scene Catch fire like kerosene Geting paid for more then a decade We been blazing, Y'all wasn't ready for the PD invasion Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know? No one important, just another nigga flossing Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real You just a clone wit' a production deal I sailed the seven seas And kept my head above the water Sorry I left you, but now I am back for ya But it's like we never bounced, Platinum from word of mouth Hottest niggas out Alot better, the shit's too strong I'm home now, daddy's been gone too long * - [Lil' Kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad Boy 'till the day we die Tell they all like Jordan in the fall On top of the hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft' What you grillin' me for? Kept my name good, we from the same hood Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me Wanna grind on me Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me You can't stop 'em when them shells is popping Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching At all times, put it all on the line Without a care dreams of cream turn to nightmares No one to talk to, don't know who to trust Got your gun out and don't know who to bust It get like that though, when you stack that dough Can't run from it yo, that's when they get close So put up you guards, keep faith in God I promise y'all the world'll be ours Repeat * Your games amaze, but alot of ways, many choices Can't sleep, when I do I hear voices Speakin' loud and clear, Wait 'till you come out this year So I listen back cause the street is missing that What a world we live in So cold I'm shivering, slipping Gotta work with what I'm given, shit Bitches is trifling, hands out grabbin' Niggas hating, scheming and back stabbin' That's why they hang around you, just to be seen Type to leave a gun fight wit' a full magazine No blood, not hit, chamber ain't warm What part of the game is this? And who's side you on? Can't be out for wealth and out for self, won't work Find yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt In a verse I show the whole earth my work It got to get better because it can't get no worse Repeat * Repeat * |
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from Nas - Hate Me Now [single] (1999)
Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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from Puff Daddy - Best Friend [single] (1999)
I've seen a lot of things in my life
A lot of ups and downs Made a lot of mistakes No matter what you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You've never left my side I love you so much You're my best friend [Verse 1] Since the beginning of time, all you did was bless me Too young to understand but now you my best friend How could they doubt you, never think about you Don't they know nothing's possible without you? Faith without fear, that's how they raised me Words of man kill but never phase me Grateful for wisdom that you gave me But still I'm like: "Dear God, I wonder, could you save me?" Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate to do Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew? I'm just trying to live right and pray you take me through And with this song, I dedicate to you My Lord [Chorus] Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born, you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me I surrender all to thee I want the whole wide world to see That we've always been and we'll always be Best friends [Verse 2] Sometimes I reminisce and wonder how I made it this far Because of you, I'm me, so you the real star Your hindsight, the time's right to get my mind tight Then give it to you and let it shine bright My best friend only know how to teach the truth Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit Can't you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for, and die for you Willies with Mac millies know how you get down We know the drama you bring whenever you hit town Just remember when you pray, God is love Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs Life as we know it, it all begins with Him Life as we know it, it all ends with Him If I was you I would never try to pretend with Him He might spazz and blow it, I'm best friends with him Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] Been two and a half years, since my man Big passed Been two and a half years, since my world crashed I needed help, God gave me the power Gave me the strength to go face to face with my darkest hour Looked me in the eyes and ask "What you doing unhappy?" "Don't you know why I'm here?" and started shooting at me Back to the wall, is my faith gonna play out Never wavered once, gave me no way out Your time to die don't even stress the date You're coming with me your soul I'm next to take I told him "I'm too much blessed with faith" "And living for Christ" and then he said "Manifest the great" All of a sudden, what I'm remembering Ground started to shake, everything trembling The power of the truth was shooting through my Timberlands Here was my Lord Jesus Christ, my best friend again, come on Repeat Chorus [Said Over Chorus] You mean everything to me You've been with me from day one Even when I thought nobody was there You were there You're my best friend I love you like no other There is no feeling like this in the world If you can relate to what I'm feeling Put your hands in the air for me Let me see you Naw, matter of fact, clap your hands for me Clap your hands, come on Thank you Jesus You always hear me when I'm calling Always catch me when I fall, yeah I surrender all to thee I want the whole world to see That you've always been, you'll always be My best friend I love you Jesus Thank you, forgive me for my tresspasses As I forgive those who tresspass against me Thank you! |
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from Puff Daddy - Best Friend [single] (1999)
I've seen a lot of things in my life
A lot of ups and downs Made a lot of mistakes No matter what you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You've never left my side I love you so much You're my best friend [Verse 1] Since the beginning of time, all you did was bless me Too young to understand but now you my best friend How could they doubt you, never think about you Don't they know nothing's possible without you? Faith without fear, that's how they raised me Words of man kill but never phase me Grateful for wisdom that you gave me But still I'm like: "Dear God, I wonder, could you save me?" Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate to do Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew? I'm just trying to live right and pray you take me through And with this song, I dedicate to you My Lord [Chorus] Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born, you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me I surrender all to thee I want the whole wide world to see That we've always been and we'll always be Best friends [Verse 2] Sometimes I reminisce and wonder how I made it this far Because of you, I'm me, so you the real star Your hindsight, the time's right to get my mind tight Then give it to you and let it shine bright My best friend only know how to teach the truth Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit Can't you see that He spread love for you Shed blood for you, cry for, and die for you Willies with Mac millies know how you get down We know the drama you bring whenever you hit town Just remember when you pray, God is love Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs Life as we know it, it all begins with Him Life as we know it, it all ends with Him If I was you I would never try to pretend with Him He might spazz and blow it, I'm best friends with him Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] Been two and a half years, since my man Big passed Been two and a half years, since my world crashed I needed help, God gave me the power Gave me the strength to go face to face with my darkest hour Looked me in the eyes and ask "What you doing unhappy?" "Don't you know why I'm here?" and started shooting at me Back to the wall, is my faith gonna play out Never wavered once, gave me no way out Your time to die don't even stress the date You're coming with me your soul I'm next to take I told him "I'm too much blessed with faith" "And living for Christ" and then he said "Manifest the great" All of a sudden, what I'm remembering Ground started to shake, everything trembling The power of the truth was shooting through my Timberlands Here was my Lord Jesus Christ, my best friend again, come on Repeat Chorus [Said Over Chorus] You mean everything to me You've been with me from day one Even when I thought nobody was there You were there You're my best friend I love you like no other There is no feeling like this in the world If you can relate to what I'm feeling Put your hands in the air for me Let me see you Naw, matter of fact, clap your hands for me Clap your hands, come on Thank you Jesus You always hear me when I'm calling Always catch me when I fall, yeah I surrender all to thee I want the whole world to see That you've always been, you'll always be My best friend I love you Jesus Thank you, forgive me for my tresspasses As I forgive those who tresspass against me Thank you! |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
[puff daddy]
Yo puff daddy Get off me Ladies & gentlemen You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before Sauce money's in the house & he brought his man with him I leave rap in a state of shock Where to rock, from the figures still Play the block with my niggas Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush Still stack chips galore Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw Better know that everything I love - roll back Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin' I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother Get tougher, hits rougher, puff is deep in the streets like chris tucker My wrists cluster, on a mobile P-diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques I cop, push bentley's without the tops, nigga [chorus] (puff daddy) Try to see if you see what I see Give my game & spit my g When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one On top is where I be Tell me, do you see what I see? (when I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me) Do you see what I see? (I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine) [sauce money] No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it This a hot joint from sauce, you feel cheated Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1 Niggas want to bite off my flow son I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track Like me, nice to the sauce? naw Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough? Bk forever representin' my borough Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips Too easy for you to understand my hits When the album drops every pocket hold some Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it (chorus) [pd] I took rap by the throat & locked it P-diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it? [sauce money] (pd) As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that) Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back) Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack) And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track) [pd] Only way to react though Make hot joints & stack dough Laughin' at your whack flow Try to catch my g Just so you can rap like me Act like me [sm] Rap like me But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot (pd) I'm the cream of the crop [sm] Soon to be seen in the drop (pd) Blow the spot for the not [sm] Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop (pd) When he drop (chorus 4x) [puffy ad-libs throughout chorus] Sauce money Puff daddy Bad boy forever B.i.g. forever Hitmen Prestige, rock on playboy |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
Aiyyo, back on the scene Ain't nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things Whippin' something mean The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour When we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor Ain't nobody botherin' you All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you Immigration always sayin' I'm harboring a few Illegal aliens Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans The top story, evening news I'm the shit, they been decieving you Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville Shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke, and I ain't got ? Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole intent To rip shots and give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs That's cause my dawgs ain't there *The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is Back For Good Now *Repeat Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M-I-A Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin' but cheese Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models, be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me and see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat seek, niggas be misty From 155th to 11Oth Street Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now? *Repeat (x2) See this is the part I like right here I like when I see everybody on the dance floor Yeah, I see y'all, just shakin' your asses C'mon, hold on, I need to break it down Yeah One time like this Now would you clap your hands Your hands you clap If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped Niggas keep thinkin' Diddy ain't on it like that But you never see me standing on the corner like that Cause, I'm talented, yes I'm gifted Never boosted, never shoplifted Forget get the cash, the money ain't nuthin' Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain't frontin' I rock Sean John everyday Boutiques from France to the USA And I make all the chips off the hits I invent So it really doesn't matter how much I spent Cause, I'm droppin' hits Daily You burn me? Really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times And I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes Damn, we still payed! We still payed! Yeah, we got it made! Aiyyo, this game ain't stoppin' We champagne poppin' Girl, I got shit that your man ain't coppin' You could hop in when your man ain't watchin' Give you one option, temperature's droppin' Gettin' cold, control your soul when I'm locked in You the type of chick that fold when you boxed in Signals my watch and givin' you more reasons to hop in This is a Bentley, not a Datsun Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not him Your man got a lot to learn But you could leave with the cat if you that concerned One day you gon' actually learn But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to burn I stay on my J-O-B Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. R-O-B The fam baby, Bad Boy *Repeat (x4) Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that been down with us From day one Shakin' them asses on the dance floor That's all we're tryin' to do Mo' money, no mo' problems 2OO1, Bad Boy forever |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it [music starts] Mmm, yeah, uhh.. Yeah, uhh.. c'mon I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what change but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." *We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the black don't care eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I want this medication full of deranged eatin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah) On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch * Repeat Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps that flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow That's fo' sho', bottles that pop Joints that rock, play the background Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin) It's on like that (c'mon), don't believe, we ain't goin like that For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh) Every (what?) motherfuckers here! * Repeat * Repeat Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh Cause it's Bad Boy for life! |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah...
Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya When I swerve hit nerves Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum, ?mores trap to mold in? Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand G. Dep in this scam, no stunt Bitch play the front And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac Cause yo, I'm about to blast off - Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace Bitch, I'm about to- Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger' Some niggas get shot, live and become singers Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Than to stand here and testify But, other than that though, we never get caught We George Jefferson walk out of federal court We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse Yo, I'm about to- Blast off- Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Uh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah (Emotional) I always dreamed that everything would be okay With me and you, but I was wrong When I looked into your eyes I didn't see all the things I used to see What's going on? *You gave me reason to believe that We were always meant to be But now I see, you were wrong You can't keep running back to me With all those "Baby, baby please"-s No more, no more **Never imagined You would be a painted picture I'm emotional You saw me leaving No deceiving, it's official I'm emotional I can't forget that night I saw you in the corner Wrapped up tight, you were wrong ooh Slow dancing on the floor While I was watching from the door So hurt, there you were *Repeat **Repeat You had your chance But you through it all away Thought you had my love always Oh baby, I don't understand Why you think that we could in total unhappiness **Repeat |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey.. *A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga *Repeat Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo *Repeat (x2) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah.. it's Bad Boy baby
(Yeah, c'mon) Neptunes (mm, mm, mm, mm, c'mon) And we won't stop (I like this right here) Cause we can't stop (yeah) Yeah, let me tell you somethin Yeah, check this out Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nick Chillin with this chick named Tondalea Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her with six figures and camcorders So what you tryin to tell me dear? I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere And I just want to blow your mind I'm talkin literally blow your mind My repetoire is menage-a-trois and exotic cars Chillin with the hottest stars And it ain't no stoppin this I can't help it I'm a optomist And I'ma make ya head bop to this And at the end you gon' rock to this Now say my name, c'mon *D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (That shit's crazy!) The D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (Say whaaat?!) Aiyyo, I came in the door, I said it before I never the ladies hypnotize me no more But.. but back to the manuscript Cause I don't think you can handle this From New York to Los Angeles I think the whole world scandalous I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit Let the party people dance to this Get out your seats and clap your hands to this Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car So Branson pass me a jar Cause these cats done went too far Yeah one phone call send two cars And I still get searched by security guards (that's right) I guess that's what I have to do Take the game international, now what you call me? *Repeat (La La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin to see you work it out girl (La La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I wanna see you work it out girl Now hold up, stop (stop) now wait a minute We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit My aim is winnin, got Asian women that'll change my linen after I done blazed and hit 'em, but I just wanna rock wit you (that's right) And take it straight to the top with you And do what I gots to do, if it's possible Cause I ain't trying to stop you boo I, got an agenda, got on a Ninja One wheelin and killin it not to offend ya That's when I met this chick named Brenda Tender, her whole body bend like fender So let me see you shake it girl (c'mon) I just wanna see you shake it girl (c'mon) For the return of the Don, the world in my palm My moms calls me Sean but y'all call me *Repeat (La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I'm tryin to see you work it out girl (La La La La La La La La La La La) C'mon work it out girl I wanna see you work it out girl |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah, Yeah
I need a, I want a [Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life [P. Diddy] Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone I got it all, but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone I got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy Only Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusin me I don't know if they really love me or they usin me Here's the money, or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me That's why I need a girl that be true to me Know bout the game, and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side, **** I ruin me Forget the word, it's just you and me [P. Diddy & Usher] Now let's ride..... [Chorus: Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life [Loon] Yo, now I have had a lot of women in my lifetime But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl, I'ma keep her Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper I want some real ****, I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits, no right Anytime we together would feel so right You the girl I been lookin for my whole life God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight It's cuz of you girl, now I understand life [Loon & Usher] I need a girl... [Chorus : Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life [P. Diddy] I had a girl that would've died for me Didnt 'preciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a Case, , shorty took the whole ride for me First we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl, we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone, can't love you like I really wanna But everytime I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you would've had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This **** is wild All dem days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you, yeah [Chorus : Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (x3)
Yeah! This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs Until your place hit up Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks You're better off making sure papi know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it's dark The sun go down, the tool start to spark Outline in chalk, moms lift the part Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought? *Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day It's like that y'all (that y'all) Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all) Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all) Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all) And clap y'all (clap y'all) That's how I see things goin' Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin' And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe I told y'all it's on for life The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write Hold it down, hold the crown What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track This a fact, it's a wrap, uh! *Repeat Yo, yo Niggas mad at the fact we bad Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money, no quotas We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive Aiyyo, I burn more Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?) Cause you a turn-off Numb in my veins And bought enough to numbin' the brain Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock 1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street Come on, I can make dessert outta beef *Repeat |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Im so all along wont you please come back home I need you right next to
me cause you make me wont to settle down I need you baby my life is so in- complete I need you here with me that all i can think of but brother tone can rape really good im just the back round singer but we both dance i go to east central high school my brother go out of school last year we live in oklahoma |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do When you ready? Shit I was born ready And I was already on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya? Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty; put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit 'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen *Make this money, take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal Front but you lookin Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin with the game when I sewed it Since you came thought I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking? Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him with my man's type proper Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it 'fore we take off make sure you all seated In Billboard read it, believe it *Repeat Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter Bet I flow straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order" Put the high score up Then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon *Repeat I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing Act like you gon' pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent "A" block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it (He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) *Repeat (x3) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest Hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again, thats whats happenin' Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it *Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U-double E-N-Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame respect the game When you hanging on my arm you expect the same And, extasy when you sex the Kain I, only link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now, you can run but you can never hide But, where you go when the temperature rise It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes Kain Cioffe the next on the rise Damagin' shit hot stamina split You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip Money, music women son we standin' in it HA! *Repeat Yo, yo, yo, yo Don't panic, don't take this for granted I did then still do and always ran it A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain The shit I spit...burn flames Who's controllin' this I can make the bitches grin Cuz I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man Get a grip niggas *Repeat (On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (x2) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah (x3)
Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right) It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right) Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right) I fuck with niggas but it's something about y'all (uh huh) Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all (c'mon) I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah) See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right) I been doin it, coke I been movin it Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch You hit the block, prolly lose your whip Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh) So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit *See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown) Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run) Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah) Don't flop, what we just too large (oh) *Repeawt Let's get, one thing clear (that's right) Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon) Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah) Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh) Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go) Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah) Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right) Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh) Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin y'all still sleepin and we still eatin Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right) Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon) Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 몁 (yeah) I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that) (C'mon) (Let's go) *Repeat (x2) Aiyo, besides all the money and riches Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon) But not me, I'm too cocky I love when the women scream 밐ey Papi?(that's right) I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon) And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah) Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right) Son we multiply, nigga we don't die Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what) But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon) Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah) The judge said 뱊ot guilty?and he ain't lie (he ain't lie) Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon) So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah) C'mon, man (let's go) *Repeat (x4) We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin) They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop) No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..
Yeah Yeah, yeah This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) I know you can get with that, flippin through the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop (WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls) Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass) Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me (Let's go) *Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with me (flow with me) It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me (Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right) We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your world and I'm just in it (what?) It's just the way that God must have meant it Speak of the man *Repeat Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle of the flo' I want the whole stack Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling to the flo' My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n *Repeat (x2) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
yo what up.. the shiny suit man.. i know u'v heard my name before..
u know where ther was up the mountains.. other rappers or u know.. other locks.. or u know whoever else wanna say.. my name is the shiny suit man.. but they not wanna say my goverment name.. my goverment name is shon carles.. shon john carles.. some of u may even know me as.. puffy.. puff daddy or p diddy.. but i just wanna get the record straight.. that when they talking about the shiny suit man.. they talking about me.. and i own this 500 million dollar shiny suit.. n oh ya.. next time say my name.. if u really a man just call on shiny suit man!! haha.. |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
(COUGHING)
P. Diddy~ Yo, this is the chronic Cherri Dennis~ Naw, thats that Purple Hayes nigga P. Diddy~ I like that shit |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
I remember what you said to me, when you said it to me last night
we was talkin', and you reassured me everythings fine When I woke up this morning to get some loving from you I turned to one side, to my suprise, I wasn't layin' next to you(mmmm) Why don't you get closed to me, I thought it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete(so complete) While you handlin' me this way, what was it? you was talkin yesterday, yesterday, I could say, I seemed to be so complete, so complete *Went away, you said nothing you didn't, no kiss, no lovin' you didn't, it's a shame, but it brings about the weak in me, brings about the weak in me you didn't, spend a lifetime with me you didn't, share things I wan'na see you didn't, when ever your around me it's so complete So I waited, and I wanted, 'cause I knew you would come Hours 1, hour 2, hour, 3 hours, not at all If I'm dreaming, wake me up 'Cause I just about had enough, I had enough I can not see, how would you ever let this happen to me I still belive, that it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete So complete, so complete If you saying that you need to leave, then be a man about it and step to me, step to me, tell me please and without me it's so complete, so complete *Repeat Won't you tell me right now what you want from me(what you want from me) 'Cause it's been too long that you've held it in baby(held it in, oh) Thought you where the one but, you just played me(you know you played me) Now I feel that I'm so incomplete, yeah *Repeat (with different variations) Please, give me the respone I need I want you to complete me, oh baby Please, give me all the lovin' I need Promise you will complete me, oh baby Baby, what more can I say 'Cause I want you to tell me What it is you wanna do 'Cause I want'a be with you (be with you...) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Verse 1:
You've always been right there to let me know everything's alright Whenever darkness came my way You were my light I wanna thank You for the difference in my life Can't even count the reasons why ( ohhh I) Refrain: I lift you up and praise Your name You gave me strength to see another day When I was lost, You helped me find my way When it seems I can t face another day( That's when I call on.....) Chorus: You-- In time trouble, faced with struggle I call no one but .. You-- When Im feelin lonely, no one around me still I call on .. You-- You always placed Your arms around me when I needed.. You-- Thats why I sing this song to tell You Lord I do love You Verse 2: You are the only one who keeps on blessing me At times, I thought that I was blind You helped me see (Oh ho) And I can never pay You back for all You've done Thats why I serve You faithfully and never give You up I lift you up and praise Your name You gave me strength to see another day When I was lost you helped find my way When it seems I cant face another day That's when I call on.. Chorus Refrain: Knock and He will answer The lord will make a way He's worthy of his praise I know life is worth living Becasue of you Jesus, I always call on You Chorus (3x) during second time altos say(Lord i love you: love you) Ending (4x) Boys say: All I wanna do Girls echo: All I wanna do I Boys echo :is to keep lovin you Girls echo: is to keep lovin you |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
[Black Rob] I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Had some big nigga with keys to the crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in the Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love it how we huggin the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus it's jumpin off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance with kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the similin chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus: Black Rob] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [Missy Elliott] Just broke up where this kid is stayin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause I found out he was a One Minute Man (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, how dare he play me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Told him next time he want to fuck me, pay me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause I been waiting too damn long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And I know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, man ya know that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I need to find out if ya feel what I'm saying (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat in my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they ain't care if my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nothin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no! [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [G. Dep] Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if ya paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through man, pop the lock (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hidden (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I did a bitch, still puttin my bid in (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging this high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus trains, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the bank done stretching my credit (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G. Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honeys givin me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [Snoop Dogg] Waking up with a braud (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And I don't even know her name, dogg (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm on the run from the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) These fools runnin up and chickens raw (OH THAT'S CRAZY) It's a G from the streets (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That fool working with the police (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Don't bring that fool around me no more (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And to think he tried to sell me some glo (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Good thing I had my head on straight (OH THAT'S CRAZY) So I'ma snake his little freak on a date (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Went straight to the mizzel, tizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I drove straight past my hizzel, dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) It's a slizzel nizzel fa shizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) On the wizzel fa dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I do a verse for a sweat suit and a G (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause it's all in the motherfucking family (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus 3x] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
1, 2, 1, 2
yeh y'all can hear me make the drumming sound yeh lets ride yeh yeh be clear we here lights out eat here sleep here my house rhyme wasting time wasting feds want me caged in hope they got patience more you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more I drop jewels Hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor New era this is war Lord I'm the answer without a question No evidence no possession Stop stressing Shit I got moves to make Streets is dark but still I illuminate nigga I could see the way Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh Curry going hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with em kid shortchange the dealer the game be gorilla ain't nothing illa aka 800 toll free aside I rose to be a Bad Boy til' I die The official bonafide (fide) Tested and tried (tried) Get in like Canson Work from the inside When I ride eyes are wide Ain't that I lick when I walk My some pimping to my stride Some wit a emphis on my side Cause I understand niggas out to get I Living the life Is no lie Been a great thing to do Nuttin I could think change the view Althought it might seem strange to you Its plain to me I'm here with you Lets give them what they came to see Yow yow aiiyo We exceptional Congressional Its best that you bester crew Wit your flesh going bruise Blood goin ooze and However you choose your ass goin lose This ain't the blues Don't things that cruise Go bring the news Wit flows meaning cruel From few options To cruise hopping Now fools plotting cause I chart topping From bounce checks to being in effect (fect) And it don't stop till they reinterbect Rhyme calisthetics Bad Boy anesthetics Will twist me like crippie Amanda Chevitts Back flips tactics Be on measure Hat tricks wit only dimes and better Nigga just for that cheddar O please I switch cheese to leather Uh yeh uh yeh uh Check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck dog kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when it come to me Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungary On my right where my gun going be Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me Member when niggas used to run from me All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing Nigga in the game got a little chain becuz Heard the nigga signed a major budget But I'm the nigga made you love Now you wanna change the subject I ain't sweating that animosity I'm deading that Instead of rap imma smack you dead in your trap I don't give a fuck what I said on a track Niggas know me better than that Niggas I could neva be wack My money way to ahead of you cats I'm going strait to the top where the cheddar be at Wassup wit that Yeh bad boy nigga Fuck y'all wanna do As y'all can see when have come to the end of our program Very important that I let y'all know That I truly appreciate and I'm thankful For all your support For everybody that's been down from day one I love you We love you P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family We out Aiiyo BIG we miss you one |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in life that you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." Y'all niggaz still talkin? Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune? What you have is a portion Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk son I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements I'm a pro, kid Why you actin like you don't really know, kid? Any records I broke it Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did I said, here's your eviction notice But you probably already know this I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV or pick up your CD, P.D. This is gruesome Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited, cruisin You ain't really got a crew son You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant Youse a smokehead I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett Run and get your CD and cass-ette Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like that Niggaz get fried like that And you don't wanna die like that Have your momma cryin like that Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that Still on the block and move pies like that Never my life dealt with guys that rap In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names All we do is cock back, and spray planes Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jaw Might catch me squeezin the four My nigga I go to war And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw Predicate assassin, smashin Open shit, rig scope, focus it Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit) Oppose the clique, I send five close to six Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off Fix your face, we back on the paper chase Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga We'll never stop.. We'll never stop.. One of the greatest teams that ever lived.. It's like in our blood.. We gotta be born this way.. Bad Boy baby |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Eh yo what's up playboy Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got something I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew I'll see you there <i>[Big Azz Ko]</i> Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan Went to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word you got to be joking Don't worry about it dun I'm on the next thing smoking Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team Im'll head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route to climb walls Infrared vision ear plugs and all Digital surveillance linked with laptops Express mail it to me can't ?? <i>[Bristal]</i> I'm splurtin' for certain Bris-pro working Searchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin From servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin' On my way from Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch bourbon Identity of this man I look persian Hey yo we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from Or who sent them First nigga to find them better bend'em Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the same So y'all niggas betta get on point <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well let's see how Rob B-O handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs Watch ya backs bad boys <i>[Black Rob]</i> Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land We in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards Im'll do dirty Still a commssion and we all equal All lethal Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people It's the family affair, I'm here With all of me Im'll deal with this one accordingly Got the locations sittin' in the console pacin' Get bagged murder be the case and And I'm tired in jail Even though through the riots I prevailed Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed'em I'm here for the fam thats there when I need'em <i>[Mark Curry]</i> Yo, uh uh uh, hello It gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other Like Milan they run for cover New cuz this bitch that I fucked with One thought I loved her Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface That's a purpose One of these faces, make'em nervous Catch'em when they out for hamburgers Turn they whole lunch into a murder In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of This shits big, the first thing to catch to where PD is I'm on it, act like they want it Im'll bring the heat Just let me know the place we plan to meet And I'm in it sure as your heart beat <i>[Loon]</i> Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays So watch what the fuck you say It's ya mouth that started the shit Now you actin' all retarted and shit Dog I came to play my part and that's it We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man Two lincoln LS Sedans Fifteen hundred yards of saran And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam Yo, call Sean in Milan Call Sean tell Sean we gone We'll meet him in Hong Kong With two chicks both they thongs on Mabe Ling and Kim Long Both of them dead wrong Two rich bitches the feds on <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boys Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys <i>[Kain]</i> Heh, I'm bout to do Santa Dimengo On a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong 'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips Talkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits And fuck for dough like I give two shits Wildfire call from Hong Kong Hello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean Jean) Hold up, some information was missing I just got the same page from Bris He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips Somewhere in the Florida sticks It's a set up Tell the crew to keep their heads high I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die We've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?) Let's get back to the spot in NY Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops Hit both the hot locks Let'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha yeah! Suited up ready to dumbs out Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Hey yo yo hold up stop the music man heh heh Y'all niggas is crazy I was only joking man I just wanted to see if my family was on point |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that's when it all begins Be prepared we can allow no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm They want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They want to bring us down Then drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are u ready, don't sleep on them Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats Under six feet beneath C'mon Verse Two: Mark Curry I told u that is a saw I wore I'm a kill When the rebel yells song that don't stop till It's done, see I got guns and I m sick See how you said meet me here and I came quick Them same catz on the most wanted list We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist ?,Won't cease to exist I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss A warrior waiting for Armageddon I get serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now I'm alert And that's right down my line of work The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back And watch how they all fall flat Ahh Chorus: Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Verse Three: Black Rob Yo, You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica What's this, want to insult my family? La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya I want ya'll dues, Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food Time up in the new Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law Man, how I don't want do these catz I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats They want to out me, I know killers from down south be Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war Verse Four: Mase All out, what what, Wanna blow, what what Teamsters what what Mother Fucker >From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play Moms says makes u going to need that money one day Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools Money like that why the fuck I need school M-A dollar sign E rules Hundred G jewels, Vacate places you don't even need shoes Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live Comin back and getting you and your kids Chorus Verse Five: G-Dep Dom Dom Dom Thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin Burned up herb huntin Word cause, my heard something Splurge something, Now I don't care who I hit Its who I hit I knew I hit Who'm would understand though We vandals and land roles Program for our own channels And flannel, this man knew any clan We're here for the catz in the minivan Got let this schemmy plan Pay me man, scan Sex, cars any money Sex guard the money With this gun, it be hard to run me Get it right, or get it tonight Better tonight, Set up your wife, with the head of the night Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice To my tents dimming the light I'm bendin this mic Lot of niggas don't comprehend Lots niggas look sloppy when They don't see me and I see them Chorus Chorus |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
(feat. Puff Daddy)
Verse one: black rob I met her uptown on dikeland, to heighten Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street She say, 'yeah, they from over on mayfair' Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out They want beef out here, they gon' get it In the worst way, i'ma show em how black play Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the benjamins, true that be the motto Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this (I'll get you back) Chorus: repeat 2x I love you baby no you don't You drive me crazy that's right I'll never betray thee uhh I love you baby c'mon Verse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus) Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike I ain't know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'you wanna get money, see black When you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world, baby girl Youse about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin And plan your extermination, word Chorus Verse three: puff daddy It took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workin Low profile single, house in staten island And manhattan while, them same cats You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up And get away scot free without some type of injury Nah kill it, i'ma flip the script on you Same thing you did to me, i'ma do it to you Who knew she was the female rambo Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door Life is out, snuffed all they mans in In the end, she had to be the last bitch standin Not for long the buck the forty-four strong Just like that she was gone, now it's over Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt And admire how the chick went out Chorus: repeat to fade |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
[cheering]
Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer , Harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon do now? Sorry, let's go CHORUS: P Diddy Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody) We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado) You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest [Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure , mo morals Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the death, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck CHORUS [Black Rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough You'd be the same baby CHORUS [P Diddy] Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don Fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here CHORUS 2X |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(feat. P. Diddy)
[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes) Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (let's do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay) I'm the man (let's go) and no one else Rrraah, rraah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam [Busta] (Puff) Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [P. Diddy] Yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(feat. P. Diddy)
[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes) Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (let's do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay) I'm the man (let's go) and no one else Rrraah, rraah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam [Busta] (Puff) Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [P. Diddy] Yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*) |
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from Jennifer Lopez - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes [Explicit Version] (2002)
We got Artist of the Year rhyming in here
Grammy nominations and platinum plus ain't nothing baby All night long, all night Yo, yo...You priceless You like diamonds and icey wrists We got chedda, I'm twice as rich Make you bite your lips, Jenny you know you like unless Nice and thick, if you ever leave me I'd slice my wrists Treat you like a bitch, never that We got beef where my niggas at Streets is where I'm living at Cli-di-clack, that's the sounds of the Mini-Mack Where we at, uptown where it's really at Gimme that, I want the mansion, the yacht Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop Let my hands slip a knot Joe, you the Don Jenny, you the bomb Any man disrespect, good as gone When I opened up my eyes today Felt the sun shining on my face It became so clear to me That everything is going my way I feel like there's no limit to what I can see Got rid of fears that were holding me My endless possibilities Has the whole world opened for me That's why I'm feeling good -- I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around Now the day is turning into night And everything is still going right There's no way you can stop me this time Or break this spirit of mine, oh no Like the stars above I'm gonna shine Anything I want will be mine Tonight I'm gonna have a good time Call a few friends of mine 'Cause I'm loving life And tonight's for feeling good -- I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around Boricua, that's you mamacita Puerto Rican diva, from La Isla Bonita Let me freak ya on the dance floor Lead your man off He's just trying to get your pants off That's the last straw Pun, I ain't got a glass jaw Better run when you see me coming through the back door Crack smart, I give it all for my brother There's two things I don't share That's my money and my lover I love honeys since the paradise for real Since Castle Hill Better scrap for real Shut up your grill You know we never fight It's your world, girl Set it off right I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feelin' so Party on the night Everything is feelin' right DJ Party on the night Everything is feelin' right DJ World's gonna turn me round I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's Gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself Like I should, 'cause not one thing... |
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from P. Diddy - I Need A Girl (2002)
Yeah come on
I need a I want a I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life Yo I'm inter nationally known on the microphone I got it all but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone never spend the night alone I got a few you would like to bone But chicks don't romance me don't tickle my fancy Tiffany Nancy that's not what my plans be I need a girl like could stand me raise me a family Go to trips at the Lancy trip to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusin me I don't know if they really love me or they usin me Here's the money or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me That's why I need a girl that be true to me Know bout the game and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side shit ruin me Forget the word it's you and me Now let's ride I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life now I have had a lot of women in my life time But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cell phones and beepers and know how to treat You break her heart she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl I'm a keep her Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits no right Anytime we together would feel so right You the girl I been lookin for my whole life God bless me I'm glad I got the insight It's cuz of you girl now I understand life I need a girl I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I had a girl would've died for me Didnt preciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a Case shorty took the whole ride for me First we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna But everytime I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you would've had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This shit is wild All dem days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips But as long as you happy I'm a tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life |
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from P. Diddy - I Need A Girl (2002)
Yeah come on
I need a I want a I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life Yo I'm inter nationally known on the microphone I got it all but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone never spend the night alone I got a few you would like to bone But chicks don't romance me don't tickle my fancy Tiffany Nancy that's not what my plans be I need a girl like could stand me raise me a family Go to trips at the Lancy trip to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusin me I don't know if they really love me or they usin me Here's the money or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me That's why I need a girl that be true to me Know bout the game and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side shit ruin me Forget the word it's you and me Now let's ride I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life now I have had a lot of women in my life time But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cell phones and beepers and know how to treat You break her heart she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl I'm a keep her Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits no right Anytime we together would feel so right You the girl I been lookin for my whole life God bless me I'm glad I got the insight It's cuz of you girl now I understand life I need a girl I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I had a girl would've died for me Didnt preciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a Case shorty took the whole ride for me First we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna But everytime I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you would've had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This shit is wild All dem days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips But as long as you happy I'm a tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life |
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from P. Diddy - I Need A Girl (2002)
[P. Diddy]
Yeah, c'mon I need a.. I want a. [Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine all mine I need a girl in my life [P. Diddy] Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone I got it all, but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone I got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks that romance me, don't tickle my fancy Calling Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family Go to trips to the Lancy, trips to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusing me I don't know if they really love me or they using me maybe is the money, or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusing me That's why I need me a girl to be true to me Know bout the game, and know how it do to me Without a girl on my side, shit I ruin me Forget the world, it's just you and me [P. Diddy & Usher] Now let's ride... [Chorus: Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else 'cause she's all mine I need a girl in my life [Loon] Yo, I done had a lot of women in my lifetime But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cell phones and beepers, and know how to treat ya You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl, I'ma keep her but now I'm getting money and the game getting deeper you want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits, snow white Anytime we together feels so right You the girl I been looking for my whole life God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight because of you girl, now I understand life [Loon & Usher] I need a girl... [Chorus: Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else 'cause she's all mine I need a girl in my life [P. Diddy] I had a girl that would've died for me Didn´t appreciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a case, shorty took the whole ride for me At first we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl, we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone, can't love you like I really wanna But every time I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you woulda had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This shit is wild All the days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss them pretty lips But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you, yeah [Chorus: Usher] I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else 'cause she's all mine I need a girl in my life (Chorus 4 times) (Usher) I just want you to be my baby girl I need you to be my baby I just need you to be my wife I just want you in my life |
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from P. Diddy - I Need A Girl (2002)
Yeah come on
I need a I want a I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life Yo I'm inter nationally known on the microphone I got it all but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone never spend the night alone I got a few you would like to bone But chicks don't romance me don't tickle my fancy Tiffany Nancy that's not what my plans be I need a girl like could stand me raise me a family Go to trips at the Lancy trip to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusin me I don't know if they really love me or they usin me Here's the money or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me That's why I need a girl that be true to me Know bout the game and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side shit ruin me Forget the word it's you and me Now let's ride I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life now I have had a lot of women in my life time But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cell phones and beepers and know how to treat You break her heart she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl I'm a keep her Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits no right Anytime we together would feel so right You the girl I been lookin for my whole life God bless me I'm glad I got the insight It's cuz of you girl now I understand life I need a girl I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I had a girl would've died for me Didnt preciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a Case shorty took the whole ride for me First we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna But everytime I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you would've had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This shit is wild All dem days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips But as long as you happy I'm a tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah.. Yeah.. c'mon I'm the definition of half man, half drugs Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup After bucks, crush crews after us No games, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what changed but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah) It's official, I survived what I been through Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..." We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Black Rob: Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh) No pain (nothin) I feel remorse Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go) We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life Mark Curry: Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.) See everything still glorious (yeah) We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got cash to blow, raps to flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho', Bottles that pop, joints that rock Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon) Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah) We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year! We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't goin nowhere, we can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life (Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what? We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Let's dance [7x]
Yo, everybody report to the dance floor Report to the dance floor Bad Boy baby 112, Beanie Sigel Here we go! [Beanie Sigel] God damn, guess who stepped up in the place? The kid with two rubbers on his waist Two steppin' to the base and I don't usually step up in the place I usually pull that lead out, ready to get a lead out But damn, since I stepped up in the place I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what's the case Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly and a case of Cris' I'm tryin' to take you to the telly, bust in ya ffffff Tryin' to lure me out on the dance floor I'm tryin' to get it twirly on the dance floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it Dawg, I ain't hardly made this You talkin' to one of Roc's finest And do rewind this; it's Bad Boy's finest! Yo, yo, yo, yo, Bad Boy Motherfuckers This is the remix (Won't stop) 112 (Can't Stop) Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah This is the remix, Ludacris come on [Ludacris (P. Diddy)] Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's right) Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merangue (lemon merangue) So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang Make ya pull your own hair out Make ya body go flat, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on) I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right) I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112 (P. Diddy):] Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh) Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on) Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this) Can't get enough of you (come on) Always thinkin' of you (yeah) So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat [Hook - 112 (P. Diddy)] Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what) I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh) Know what I mean? Peaches and cream I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh) Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean? Peaches and cream [Q of 112 (P. Diddy)] Never thought that I would be (yeah) So addicted to you (come on) On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?) Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah) And I can feel it all around (come on) In the front, in the back of you (yeah) Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Mike of 112 (P. Diddy):] Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on) Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on) Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on) Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL) And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!! So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it? [P. Diddy:] This is the dance break This the remix Just want you to just... Just, just, just bounce to this Yeah, come on Can I get a lick? Come on, yeah, can I get a lick? Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy:] Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112 This is the remix |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Yeah come on
I need a I want a I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life Yo I'm inter nationally known on the microphone I got it all but I really need a wife at home I don't really like the zone never spend the night alone I got a few you would like to bone But chicks don't romance me don't tickle my fancy Tiffany Nancy that's not what my plans be I need a girl like could stand me raise me a family Go to trips at the Lancy trip to the Grammy's cause Most of these girls be confusin me I don't know if they really love me or they usin me Here's the money or maybe you ain't used to me Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me That's why I need a girl that be true to me Know bout the game and know how to do to me Without a girl on my side shit ruin me Forget the word it's you and me Now let's ride I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life now I have had a lot of women in my life time But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers Cell phones and beepers and know how to treat You break her heart she'll walk out and leave ya I find a girl I'm a keep her Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper I want some real shit I need somebody I can chill with I need somebody I can build with I need somebody I can hold tight With the time and no full limits no right Anytime we together would feel so right You the girl I been lookin for my whole life God bless me I'm glad I got the insight It's cuz of you girl now I understand life I need a girl I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I had a girl would've died for me Didnt preciate her so I made her cry for me Every night she had tears in her eyes for me Caught a Case shorty took the whole ride for me First we were friends then became lovers You was more than my girl we was like brothers All night we would play fight under covers Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna But everytime I think about your pretty smile And how we used to drive the whole city wild Damn I wish you would've had my child A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style This shit is wild All dem days that I reminisce About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips But as long as you happy I'm a tell you this I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss I love you I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to be my wife Nobody else cuz she's all mine I need a girl in my life I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine oh mine I need a girl in my life |
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