*featuring Lil' Kim, Notorious B.I.G.
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[Puffy]
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I'm not wit none of that
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Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
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I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
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And have some motherfuckin' fun
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You understand what it means to be black?
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I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
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I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
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But check this shit out
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Four, five
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As we procced to give you what you need
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[Notorious B.I.G]
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Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga"
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Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga
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Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
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Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
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Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
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So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
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Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
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Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
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Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills
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And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
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So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
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Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
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Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
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Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
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Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please
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Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need
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[1] - On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Real niggaz do real things
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Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
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Real niggaz do real things
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Real niggaz do real things
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Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
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Real niggaz do real things
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[Puff Daddy]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
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Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
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Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga
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Now how you gon' act wit my nigga?
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Just remember there's a gun to your dome
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And I will lick shots and run through your home
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Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
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Turn the music up and unplug the phone
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I will kill him, read my lips
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You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks
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See, I flips when I don't see no chips
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Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga
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I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's motherfucker, freeze
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Cock sucker, you better bring the things out
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Before I blow your motherfucker frame out
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Nigga what
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[Repeat 1]
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[Lil' Kim]
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Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
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Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's
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Fuck that, fuck that
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What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
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Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
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I shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
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The open surgeons heart removers
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Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
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Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs
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We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns
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We buy out everything you claim, including your name
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Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's
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Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's
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Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
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Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it
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With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl
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Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
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When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
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I wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Real bitches do real things
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Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
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Real bitches do real things
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Real bitches do real things
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Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
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Real bitches do real things
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[Repeat 1]
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Real Niggas
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Puff Daddy |