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One, one two
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Check me out right here to
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Verse One: Puff Daddy
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Yo, the sun don't shine forever
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(BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
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But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
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(BIG: All up in my ears)
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Better now than never, business before pleasure
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(BIG: The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)
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P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
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Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
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(BIG: YEAH!)
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So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
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Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
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(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
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Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
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(BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
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You know that I'm two levels above you baby
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(BIG: Music's gettin louder)
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Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
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(BIG: This shit is hot!)
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Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
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(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
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And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
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So the only thing left now is God for these cats
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And BIG you know you too hard for these cats
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I'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats
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While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
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Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
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In a Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
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He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
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You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
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Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
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The sun is ... (blurred) ... they say my killin's too blatant
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You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
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Duct tapin, your fam destiny
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lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
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Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
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Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
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Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
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And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
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Excellence is my presence, never tense
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Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
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Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
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Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
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action, pack guns, ridiculous
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And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
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Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
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Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
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Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
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militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
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Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
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You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
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Hold hands and say it like me
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The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
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Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
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Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
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See me, only me
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The Underboss of this holocaust
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Truly yours, Frank White
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Chorus: Busta Rhymes
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We got the real live shit from front to back
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To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
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Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
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Where the fuck my bitches at?
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Where my bitches is at?
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(repeat all 2X)
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Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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Put your money on the table and get your math on
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Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
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See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
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There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
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I never lose the passion to go platinum
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Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
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Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
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to make classics, hotter than acid
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P-D, rollin on your tape or CD
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The girl-boy killa, no team illa
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The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
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We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
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What you can do is check your distribution
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My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
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You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
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Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
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Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.
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We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
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The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas
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Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
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P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
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I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
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Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
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No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
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Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
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Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
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Break bread, with the kids, Peniro, sheek loops
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Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
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Niggaz step up, we just macin them
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placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
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The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
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Business rise, I play men
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Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
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You screamin, I position, competition
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Nother day in the life of the Comission
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Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking
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Aiyyo, can you hear me out there?
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Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
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That's good, it's all fucked up now
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Y'all know it's all fucked up now right?
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What the fuck y'all gonna do now?
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What I'ma do now?
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Can y'all hear me out there?
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Can y'all hear me out there?
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(?) Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do
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It's all fucked up now
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What I'ma do now, huh?
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What I'ma do now
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It's all fucked up now
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Victory
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