Intro: Puffy
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I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit
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I want ya 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 fives
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As we procced to give you whut you need
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Verse One: Notorious B.I.G
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Sick of ma screamin 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 hooptie
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Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
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We gots 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 niggaz don't pay the bills
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And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills
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So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic
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Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit)
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Columbian Dominican yea whatever
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Who ever he was he had a tuck 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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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
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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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Verse Two: Puff Daddy
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Yea, yea, yea, yea
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I tote gats wit my nigga
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Clap wit my nigga
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Break bread then break backs wit my nigga
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jack wit my nigga
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Cock the latch wit my nigga
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Now how you gonna act wit my nigga
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Just remember there is 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 dont see no bricks
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See I flips when I dont see no chips
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Yea nigga
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I know you in pain I dont care nigga
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I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers 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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Chorus 2X
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Verse Three: Lil' Kim
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Big these niggaz over here talkin shit
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Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz
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What you said speak up
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Cant hear ya
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Oh thought you were talkin to us
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Um pardon me my bad
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I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers
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The open surgery hearth removers
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Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones
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Put a contract out and stop ya lungs
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We powerful dont 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 squezze the life out of ya niggas
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Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz
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Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it
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Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it
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With the all black hoodie 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 niggaz D.I.E
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Chorus: Lil' Kim
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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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[B.I.G.]
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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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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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Real Niggas
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| Lil' Kim |
