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1. _ Senorita
[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* more free lyrics |
2. _ Is This the End?
[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 Me and T. on the plane on our way to Chicago When we landed in O'Hare A cop yelled out "Freeze, we sent here to capture you" Nigga, you know what we got to do Tell me, is this the end or chapter 2 They comin' after you Repeat 1 [Twista] People better get goin' for the big clone Leave our shit blown Coming at us with a C gun, gotta get calm Then I pick up on the jet phone So I could see if my bitch home (hello) Hope the cop that drop them and took a strap then split Simply, but we acted quick Damn, there was a glock Then we dipped up in the parkin' lot We saw one Jag' at the Jack-O-V When we got up on the highway, too smooth Run away to the hood and we workin' with some new rules Can't be one who loose Go to the hideout, make a call for some new tools And I'm feelin' these fools, we got beef who can die That want a piece of the pie But now we got his keys to the shop And niggas gotta live slow 'till at lesat if they try [Puffy] Now we can flip my bitch named Angela She my weed and my wipe and handler Branding her with a tattoo with my name on it Make her feel like I'm the man for her But she lookin' suspicious And somebody at the front door Now she looking scared Soon as I let out the air saying my bitch Angie up and shot T. in the leg [Twista] Should go through the back door Feelin' torture and pain I heard shots in the front Oh we about to die Straight Kamakozi and ride There are two things from the start You wanna go to war, I'll take you to war I can't make it that easy to ride for me And when I saw the enemy, I let it ride Tell me, is this the end or chapter 3? They comin' after me Repeat 1 until fade more free lyrics |
3. _ 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 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 more free lyrics |
4. _ 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 more free lyrics |
5. _ I'll Be Missing You
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 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 (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 could 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* more free lyrics |
6. _ Pain
[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 more free lyrics |
7. _ Been Around the World
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 Black 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 our drop 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's chocha and drive her loca 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... more free lyrics |
8. _ Young G's
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 black 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 more free lyrics |
9. _ Don't Stop What You're Do
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) more free lyrics |
10. _ I Love You Baby
(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 more free lyrics |
11. _ I Got the Power
Verse One: Styles 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 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 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) more free lyrics |
12. _ If I Should Die Tonight
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... more free lyrics |
13. _ Victory
Intro: Notorious B.I.G. One, one two Check me out right here yo 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'ma win 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 The 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 murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of *Satan*, 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 Park did 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 songs 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 heaters 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 Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business wise, 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 I'ma 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 more free lyrics |
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