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Puff Daddy

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Been Around the World


(f/ Mase, Notorious B.I.G.)



Intro: Mase



Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?

You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason

You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich

You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch

Then you got niggaz that just don't like me

You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz

But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though

see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit

But a lot of niggaz don't make hits

But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit

we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever

#FFFFFF Rob

If you wanna dance, we dance



Verse One: Mase



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)



Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.

        spoken words by Puff



Been around the world and I I I

And we been playa hated [say what?]

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded [ahehe]

I don't know why they hate us [yeah]

Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]

Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]

Bay-bee bay-BEE!



Verse Two: Puff Daddy



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



Chorus



Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase



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



Chorus w/ slight modifications

 line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah

yeah, uh-huh

 line 2, Puff: We been playa

hated!

 line 3, Puff: Why?

 line 4, Puff: Why they want

us hated!

 line 5, Puff: Why they hate

us?

 line 6, Puff: Is it our

ladies?

 line 7, Puff: Say what?

 line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee

bay-BEE!



Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings

 You know, sometimes I gotta

ask myself

 Why's there so much jealousy

in the world?

 Don't look at mine, get

yours

(music fades)



Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:



OK after these messages we'll be back with

the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

*applause*

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself

We'll get you through this

Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it



And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)

I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in

I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)

and he's still pretty mad

But, this time he brought someone else with him

and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)

Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?



Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you

 Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them

niggaz why you mad son!

 Tell them niggaz why you

mad son!

(OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)

 Tell em why you mad son,

word up, tell em why you mad son!

YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been

I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?

I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't

I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit

 Yo we don't play, we don't

play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?

(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)

That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?

 We ain't, we don't do that

shit, word, yeah

He ain't no real producer neither

And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin

My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!

 Oh yeah, that's the shit

that got me mad!

(Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)

 That's the shit that got

me mad!

 That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?

(It's a family oriented show)

 YouknowhatI'msayin?

That's the shit that feds me up

(Gentlemen, please)

 Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?

(Disregard the foul language)

 I'm watchin this nigga video

youknowhatI'msayin?

 They got mermaids swimmin

in they living rooms and shit

 like that youknowhatI'msayin?

 This nigga dancin in the

rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

 YouknowhatI'msayin?

 I'm I'm I'm watchin this

nigga video

(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)

 the car goin two hundred

miles an hour

 WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!

(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)

 The nigga climbin out the

fuckin car!

(One more time)

 Let me see you try that

shit on a train!

 YouknowhatI'msayin?

Try that shit on a fuckin train

 What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?

 Got a thousand niggaz write

for him, let ME write for you

 Son my shit is jumpin, I

got John Blaze shit...


It's All About the Benjamins (Remix)


(f/ Lil' Kim, The Lox, Notorious B.I.G.)





Uhh, uh-huh, yeah

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah

 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah

 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Goodfellas, uhh



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 #FFFFFF 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



Interlude: Puff Daddy



C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh



 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Uh-huh, yeah

(repeat 4X)



 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Now, what y'all wanna do?

 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Wanna be ballers, shot-callers

 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers

 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

On the low from the Jake in the Taurus



Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)



Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?

Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?

BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah... yeah yeah)

Dressed in all #FFFFFF like the Oman (say what?)

Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)

And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick

Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist

If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)

German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throated

Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated

Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick

All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline

Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)

I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady

Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!

Only female in my crew, and I kick shit

like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you

(Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)



Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.



I been had skills, Cristal spills

Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill

Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me

in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe

Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)

My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740

Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat

Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at

And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)

Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)

Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis

Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand

grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway

Playa haters get away or my lead will spray

Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me

Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's

What??



Outro: Puff Daddy



 It's all about the Benjamins

baby

Uh-huh, yeah

(repeat 8X)


Don't Stop What You're Doing


(f/ Lil' Kim)





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)


Friends


(f/ Foxy Brown)





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


What You Gonna Do?


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 #FFFFFF

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 ain't duck, 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


No Way Out (Intro)


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


I Love You Baby


(f/ #FFFFFF Rob)

Verse One: #FFFFFF 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 gate, 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 #FFFFFF 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: #FFFFFF 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 #FFFFFF

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


I'll Be Missing You


(f/ 112, Faith Evans)

Intro: Puff Daddy



Every day I wake up

I hope I'm dreamin

I can't believe this shit

Can't believe you ain't here

Sometimes it's just hard for a nigga to wake up

It's hard to just keep goin

It's like I feel empty inside without you bein here

I would do anything man, to bring you back

I'd give all this shit, shit the whole knot

I saw your son today

He look just like you

You was the greatest

You'll always be the greatest

I miss you Big

Can't wait til that day, when I see your face again

I can't wait til that day, when I see your face again...



Yeah... this right here (tell me why)

Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone

That they truly loved (c'mon, check it out)



Verse One: Puff Daddy



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

Notorious, they got to know that

Life ain't always what it seem to be (uh-uh)

Words can't express what you mean to me

Even though you're gone, we still a team

Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream (that's right)

In the future, can't wait to see

If you open up the gates for me

Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)

Try to #FFFFFF 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 (half your breath)

I know you still living your life, after death



Chorus: Faith Evans



Every step I take, every move I make

Every single day, every time I pray

I'll be missing you

Thinkin of the day, when you went away

What a life to take, what a bond to break

I'll be missing you



[Puff] I miss you Big



Verse Two: Puff Daddy



It's kinda hard with you not around (yeah)

Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)

Watchin us while we pray for you

Every day we pray for you

Til the day we meet again

In my heart is where I'll keep you friend

Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed

Strength I need to believe

My thoughts Big I just can't define (can't define)

Wish I coul turn back the hands of time

Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks

You and me taking flicks

Makin hits, stages they receive you on

I still can't believe you're gone (can't believe you're gone)

Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)

I know you still living you're life, after death



Chorus



[Faith Evans] Somebody tell me why



Interlude: Faith Evans



On that morning

When this life is over

I know

I'll see your face



Outro: 112



Every night I pray, every step I take

Every move I make, every single day

Every night I pray, every step I take

 [Puff] Every day that passes

Every move I make, every single day

 [Puff] Is a day that I get

closer

 [Puff] To seeing you again

Every night I pray, every step I take

 [Puff] We miss you Big...

and we won't stop

Every move I make, every single day

 [Puff] Cause we can't stop...

that's right

Every night I pray, every step I take

Every move I make, every single day

 [Puff] We miss you Big

*music fades out*


Can't Nobody Hold Me Down


(f/ Mase)

(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 v-neck

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, #FFFFFF, 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


Pain


(f/ Notorious B.I.G.)

There's times in my life where I just

I just wanna run away, I just

I just wish the pain would stop

I don't wanna cry no more

I wish the pain would go away



Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal

Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet

Hard to live life to the fullest with all this bullshit

Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough

From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain

One shot took half of his brain, I recapture the pain

Twenty-three years, three when it happened

Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears

Then my mood switch, thinkin about this sheisty bitch

Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin you honey

On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich

That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck with me for my money

Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin the grief

Baby moms starts sexin, my so-called beef

Don't give a fuck if they Marked me For Death like Steven

or relievin your breathin, long as I'm even 'fore I'm leavin

Pain...



 I wish this pain, would go

away

We're talkin about the kind of pain that

 I wish this pain, would

go away

just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul

 I wish this pain, would

go away

The kind of pain that makes you feel like you can't go on no more

 I wish this pain, would

go away

The kind of pain that I wouldn't wish on anyone



I can't relate to them cats who hold gats at the gate

Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate

Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone

Cause of a fuckin chain on?

Migraine's on, now the pain's warm, I stagger

And I'm hopin I don't know the cat with the dagger

Penetratin my heart, rushed thoughts etched in grief

To the City College deceased may you rest in peace

To the families, I never meant to cause no pain

I know the truth, but if you want, then I shoulder the blame

Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains

Now it seems like I'm goin insane

For the love of you and hip-hop I expand the news

But before my shit drops, I stand accused

Don't you think I wish we all was rich?

One for all it's pain to see your people when they all can't ball

The pain..



 I wish this pain, would go

away

 I wish this pain, would

go away

I don't wanna give no more pain

 I wish this pain, would

go away

I don't wanna receive no more pain

 I wish this pain, would

go away

God, please take the pain away



I can still hear the shots that left my man Big layin

on my knees cryin and prayin, then I said

"God why? Got to know how hard we try

Don't let him die, please don't let my nigga be dead"

But it was too late, California sealed his fate

Gone now, hard to move on now, fuck making mp3 now

Wish I could die, I could fly

If they don't give a fuck, fuck it why should I?

That's when Big spoke, pulled up in a glistening 3

with platinum wings and said, "Puff listen to me"

He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you

Make hits continuous, this is what we do

I know it might be strenous and times is hard

Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God

Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"

That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy lives



 I wish this pain, would go

away

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day the pain is gonna stop

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day there's gonna be no more pain

 I wish this pain, would

go away



[Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm tellin you man

now don't let these motherfuckers fuck your shit up God

I don't give a fuck WHO it is

Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big

Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints

man fuck these niggaz man

Fuck these niggaz man

And I'ma tell the same thing to you

When you get your shit done, watch your money, and

hopefully, I pray for you, you be the shit

And soon motherfuckers start screamin your name out

like they screamin all these other, so-called hot niggaz

Never take your eyes off that shit yo

Try to get everything you can out of these motherfuckers yo

Ain't no guarantee they gonna love you next year...



 I wish this pain, would go

away

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day the pain is gonna stop

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day there's gonna be no more pain

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day the pain is gonna stop

 I wish this pain, would

go away

One day there's gonna be no more pain


Senorita


(f/ India)

[singing by India]

Sabes bien que fue un enga&ntildeo

lo que me hiciste fue un pecado

asi mismo me enga&ntildeaste



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 mida

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*


If I Should Die Tonight (Interlude)


(f/ Carl Thomas)

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...


Is This the End?


(f/ Ginuwine, Twista)

Intro/Chorus: Ginuwine



Momma told me one day it was gonna happen

But she never told me when

She told me it would happen when I was much older

Wish it would have happened then (Is this the end?)



Chorus



Verse One: Puff Daddy



Sometimes I be wakin up at high noon

sayin, "Why me Lord?" -- folks thinkin I'ma die soon

I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin

I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen

I'm just tryin to maintin, because the future is untold

till the static unfolds that the good die young

Please God let a Bad Boy die old

Do you think I wanna lie cold

Or better yet have many shots come close to the head

Shirt soaked til it's red

The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead

Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest

Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh

It all came down to a test

A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest

Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit, but still

I can't ride with program, fearing no man

Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he had slow

hands

But he's still right behind me

All these heartless fools is steady comin after my P

So many phony niggaz lovin to hate Sean

So many cheddar niggaz comin after my cheese

Is it my car that they're losin, are we all for the choosin?

Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion

Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin

Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away

I don't wanna conceive takin his either

Dipped into the back and took a breather

Heard steps steady in closin with the bullet skeezer

Gotta do somethin, I ain't scared to go

but yet my heart is steady pumpin for somethin

I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin

Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin

Bodies start jumpin, wreckin my brain not to try and understand

but withstand, is it cause I'm a rich man

Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand

But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin

There's dreams to fulfill still

Can't complete em with a still kill

Face to face with enemies still grill

Forgive me for the pain I've caused and the sins I've committed

even though I'm not hopin to go

I wish someone would open the do'

Dismantle then the trigger and his fingers steady choked in the snow

Is this the end?



Chorus



Chorus Two: Ginuwine



Just, can't, let, go (Is this the end?)

I, just, don't, know

Wish she woulda zapped it then



Verse Two: Puff Daddy, Twista



Did I just hear a tight jam, now it's on let make my maneuver

Hit the alley source man in a Landcruiser

In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger

Heard shots from a steel bruiser

Teflon in the seat took a pale stress

Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest

What's wrong with the brakes in the LX?

Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole

A car came to the rescue

I bailed in and said, "Bless you

But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?"

I proceeded to ask him, and he said with a passion



I could never watch a soul die, for shoot a man that be too fly

(But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold

Chi

When the sun's shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole

on

No protection from one time, only caught for my prime

So I asked the Father what I did so wrong?

Cause shit it's been hard for me besides chief

and the smell of sweet news when the beef brew

Motherfuckers steady ballin but steady fallin

right in detours, bout to hit my feet soon

So I just presume, deep into the rhymes of a rapper

Prepare my mind for the capture

Thinkin Ginuwine like the bachelor

But why these niggaz wanna make us into crime with the rapture?

Ego for dispersin us, don't even hurt the clutch

Cause he's coldblooded and merciless

Steady bustin shots at both of us, was the strap close to us

Then for survival we both to bust

But Renaults get to roast to crush, cause he steady gettin closer

Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen

scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder

Don't wanna die til I get older

Try to visualize the beholder, he's inconceivable

so now my sight is gettin dark a lot

Best to step off in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot

And try to wait until his ma get hot

I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin

You never know when it's your time to leave

Smokin weed to keep my mind at ease, let's go back to the car

but wait, I can't find the keys

Plus we didn't chill long enough, the footsteps are comin close

Is it one of them unholy men?

With a strap ready to boldly sin

Mama told me it was comin, but I wish she woulda told me when

Is this the end?



Chorus 2X



(Chorus Two fades out at the end)


I Got the Power


(f/ The Lox)

Verse One: Demon



My click is in it til it's over, never sober

Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and 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

#FFFFFF 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 cane

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: Jadakiss



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 bill long gone

Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?

Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at



Chorus



Verse Three: Sheek



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 gonna stop

Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox



Chorus (fades)


Victory


(f/ Busta Rhymes, Notorious B.I.G.)

Intro: Notorious B.I.G.



One, one two

Check me out right here to



Verse One: Puff Daddy



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, you 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 your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike

Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson

action, pack guns, ridiculous

And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch

Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch

Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso

Now you call me Castro, my rap flows

militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit

Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes

You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone

Hold hands and say it like me

The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic

Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit

See me, only me

The Underboss of this holocaust

Truly yours, Frank White



Chorus: Busta Rhymes



We got the real live shit from front to back

To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggaz is at? (2X)

Where the fuck my bitches at?

Where my bitches is at?

(repeat all 2X)



Verse Three: Puff Daddy



Put your money on the table and get your math on

Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on

See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on

There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on

I never lose the passion to go platinum

Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone

Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it

to make classics, hotter than acid

P-D, rollin on your tape or CD

The girl-boy killa, no team illa

The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel

We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle

What you can do is check your distribution

My mp3 bump in Houston like Scarface produced em

You ain't gotta like me, you just mad

Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be



Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.



We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights

The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas

Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us

P-Diddy run the city, show no pity

I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect

No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish

Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish

Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe

Break bread, with the kids, Peniro, sheek loops

#FFFFFF Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him

Niggaz step up, we just macin them

placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused

The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy

Business rise, I play men

Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men

You screamin, I position, competition

Nother day in the life of the Comission



Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking

 Aiyyo, can you hear me out

there?

 Aiyyo turn me up, nobody

can hear me out there

 That's good, it's all fucked

up now

 Y'all know it's all fucked

up now right?

 What the fuck y'all gonna

do now?

 What I'ma do now?

 Can y'all hear me out there?

 Can y'all hear me out there?



(?) Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do



 It's all fucked up now

 What I'ma do now, huh?

 What I'ma do now

 It's all fucked up now


Do You Know?


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



Verse One: Puff Daddy



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 #FFFFFF tint still, they might know

Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&ampB

Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far



Chorus: repeat 2X



 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?



Verse Two: Puff Daddy



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 #FFFFFF 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



Chorus



Verse Three: Puff Daddy



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 #FFFFFF 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



Chorus w/ variations



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



Chorus w/ variations



Lord can you help me get there?

Please let me get there



*piano interlude, Chorus again*


Young G's


(f/ Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.)

Intro: Biggie



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:



 Just some ghetto boys

 Living in these ghetto streets

-- these ghetto streets

 And everyday they gotta

fight to stay alive

 It's just reality



Verse Two: Jay-Z



Yeah, make you a deal, check

These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed

I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead

So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead

Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head

I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread

Some say I been here before because of the way I zone

Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome

Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing

Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones

Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

In the physical, onee seems, like a lost body

In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body

But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me

to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause

I got it locked like the late Bob Marley

Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone

Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born

Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order

So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters

You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it

Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it

Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie

Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)

I hated algebra but I loved to multiply

And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die

It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way

Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way



Chorus



Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.



Damn it feel good to see people up on it

Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it

My brain is haunted, with mean dreams

GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer

than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me

If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it

My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat

High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit

in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci

Bulletproof vestes under they coochie

Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent

Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent

And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies

I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me

While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny

and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus

While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke

Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it

Them country niggaz call me Frank White

I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight

Sunrise open my eyes no surprise

Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my china thing

She half #FFFFFF half oriental eighty-six she got me rental

The situation ain't accidental..

What? From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)



Chorus 2X to fade


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