Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Goodfellas, uhh
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Verse One: Puff Daddy
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Now... what y'all wanna do?
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Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
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Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
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On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
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Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
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Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
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Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
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But still, everything's real in the field
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And what you can't have now, leave in your will
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But don't knock me for tryin to bury
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seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
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Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
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on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
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Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
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Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
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It's all about the Benjamins, what?
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I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
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Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
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And somethin' European
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Chromed out wit' the clutch, What?
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Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)
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I want all figgas fuck bein a broke nigga
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Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Broke Vigor
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I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
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Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
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Lost your touch we kept thous [as in thousands], poppin Cristals
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Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
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Enormous cream, forest green -- Benz jeep
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for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
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We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
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You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
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Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
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Cause I leave you, I'm only here
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for that green paper with the eagle
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Verse Three: Sheek
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I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
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And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
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Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
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And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
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Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
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Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
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Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
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Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
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from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
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But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
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Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
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Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
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Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
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Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
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Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
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to my bizzalls, player you mad false
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Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul
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Interlude: Puff Daddy
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C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Uh-huh, yeah
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(repeat 4X)
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Now, what y'all wanna do?
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
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On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
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Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)
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Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
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Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?
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BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
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Dressed in all black like the Omen (say what?)
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Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)
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And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
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Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
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If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
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German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throat it
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Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
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Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
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All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
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Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
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I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady
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Stash 380's in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!
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Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
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like a nigga do, pull the trigga too, fuck you
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(Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
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Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.
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I been had skills, Cristal spills
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Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
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Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
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in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donny Brascoe
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| Lent my East coast g |
