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[Bizzy Bone]
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Let it go (Let this angel life go)
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Let yourself go
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(Time is passin' 'til the cops come)
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Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
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(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
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Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
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We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
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This is Revelations
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If it don't go down now
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That mean aye'body was wrong
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Can you face yourself with that question?
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Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
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Say goodbye to the bad guy
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'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
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Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
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But I hot out fathom
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My album hit the shelves
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We hustle for record sales
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Hit my liquor store
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Let my niggas learn about in jail
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Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
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This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
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Make that a fine, no
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If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
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L.A. looters, throw your mask on
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Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'
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[Puffy]
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I'm married to the game and every year's the same
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Bullets rain all season
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Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
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Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
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Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
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By the grievin'
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My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
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From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
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Don't mix the kids with the biz'
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Baby, the industry's hell worth it
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1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah
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When they come to lock you down
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(Don't let it come our way)
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Oh I said, oh yeah
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When they come to lock you down
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(Don't let it come our way)
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Oh I said, oh yeah
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When they come to lock you down
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(Don't let it come our way)
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Oh I said, oh yeah
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When they come to lock you down
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(Don't let it come our way)
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[Puffy]
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Look in they grill and get the real
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Cuz expressions can mean alot
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Threw my trust in your progress
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And you guessin' I seen alot
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The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
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We spend alot
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Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
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We sin a lot
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Wonder will He let me in?
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And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why
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Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
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Now who am I?
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[Bizzy Bone]
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It's P. Diddy muthafucka
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[Puffy]
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Do or die?
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Don't give a fuck motherfucker
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Roll through, trust no chicken
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Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
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Buck, buck ammunition baby
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You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
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And mami wants to help out
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So bought the best computer
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Yes, stress never more
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Fresh out the foster home
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If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
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Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers
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Can she come buy with me?
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Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
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Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
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You don't come weed with me anymore
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You don't need me anymore
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Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor
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Who been left before a black out
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Tear up the stackhouse
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Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on)
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(Pick it up, ride through)
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Repeat 1
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Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
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Smack the prettiest in a mini
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Whittiest beefin' with the mistress
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Can see they just beatin' up
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Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles
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Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book
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Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny
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(Gotta be spendin')
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We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element
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What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'
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Dippin and talking' how it's for money
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And ending up going back
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We made like forty one trips
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Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
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[Puffy]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
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And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
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We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
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And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
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Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
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They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
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No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
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War's on my mind
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Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
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Repeat 1 until fade
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