No Way Out

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 yo 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*

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...

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

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

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

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've 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'
This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow
Is this the end?

Chorus

Chorus two: ginuwine

Just, can't, let, go (is this the end?)
I, just, don't, know
Wish it would've happened then

Verse two: puff daddy, twista

Did i just hear a tight jam, now it's on let make my maneuver
Hit the alley saw a 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, plus you the man lookin 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)

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...