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Hurricane G]
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Hey yo Puff, check this out pa
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I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka
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Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches
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You got to keep bubblin on em
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Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas
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Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like,
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"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice"
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I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice
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You public enemy number one right now
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But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit
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[Puff Daddy]
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Let's go
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That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear
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Throw your guns in the air
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Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way
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Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see
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But you wanna be you ain't shit to me
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Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me
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Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me
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So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart
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I've seen em come and I've seen em part
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If you ain't want beef then why did you start?
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Front from the light catch shots after dark
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Suffer, duck or you'll catch these
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On the spot, red dots make em all believe
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Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these
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See I do the things that they can't achieve
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So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing
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Bets on that you'll be disgracing
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More hotter than the sun
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I'm living on the run
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Because i'm public enemy number one
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Chorus:
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One,One,One,One,One
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One,One,One,One,One
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[Puff Daddy]
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Let me ask you, what you got against me?
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Is it my girl or is it the bentley?
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Is it my house or maybe its all three
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I just came up and you're all against me
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Now ask yourself, why is he number one?
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Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done?
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Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?
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You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
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Always with God and I don't swing solo
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Never back down when I gotta throw dolo
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Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though
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Pretty young things wanna have my photo
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One in the room hangin' on the wall
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In rememberance that I rocked 'em all
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Got no time for those that think small
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Grill me in the club cause they can't ball
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Hate shot callers
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Hate them ballers
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Back in control now I call orders
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It's no fun fleeing under the gun
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Cause they got me public enemy number one
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Chorus
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[Puff Daddy]
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All you suckers, liars, court testifiers
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Wanna infiltrate and break my empire
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I spit lines, hit rhymes
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Keep dimes sweating
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Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'
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A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor
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A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer
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I'm the life saver, the New York mayor
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Before you try me, you better say your prayers
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My word to the wise is: "Do not cry"
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You know that i'm gone then say don't die
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I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
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Thought it was over but I crept from behind
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Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind
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Almost 2000 and running out of time
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Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines
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A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine
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Soldiers in position all on the front line
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Don't make a move till I give them the sign
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Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
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Because i'm public enemy number one
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Chorus
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[Hurricane G]
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Yeah yeah, that's right Puff
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That's what I'm talkin about love
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Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers
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These niggas is walkin around like little bitches
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Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got
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They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down
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But fuck dat, they just mad
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Cause you got all the ladies
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And you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys
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You know? and thats just the way the story goes
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And thats just the way the story goes
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Fuck you niggas and hoes
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[Puff Daddy]
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You think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?
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Haha picture that....number one, number one, number one
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B-I-G forever... rock on
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P.E. 2000
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| puff daddy |
