Intro: Puff Daddy
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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get live motherfuckers -- 2X
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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East coast motherfuckers
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Bad Boy motherfuckers
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BIG - Now turn the mics up
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Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
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to that microphone
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Turn that shit the fuck up
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Uh, what?
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Turn it up louder
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Yea, uh
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As we proceed, to give you
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what you need
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J.M. motherfuckers
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J.M. motherfuckers
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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Verse One:
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Who shot ya?
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Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
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Leap hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
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It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
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I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
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Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
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Thundering, shaking the concrete
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Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
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Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
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Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
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Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
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Old school new school need to learn thow
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I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
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Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
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Peel more skins than Idaho potato
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Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
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Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
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I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
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Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
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Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
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Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
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Everything Around Me, two glock nines
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Any motherfucker whispering about mines
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And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
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You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
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Interlude:
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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get live motherfuckers
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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East coast motherfuckers
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Bad Boy motherfuckers
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Get high motherfuckers
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Get high motherfuckers
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Smoke blunts motherfuckers
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Get high motherfuckers
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Ready to die motherfuckers
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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Verse Two:
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I seen the light excite all the freaks
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Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
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Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
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Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
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I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
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One false move, get swiss cheesed up
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Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
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Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
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Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
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Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
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I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
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Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
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You'll die slow but calm
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Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
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So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
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Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
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Puff Daddy flips daily
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I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
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on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
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And my cock, in the fire position and...
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(Get live motherfuckers
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Ready to Die motherfuckers)
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C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
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open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
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don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
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Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
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(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
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(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
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(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
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(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
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(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
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(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
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Outro: Puff Daddy
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...to give you what you need
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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Get live motherfuckers
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(Who shot ya?)
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Get high motherfuckers
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Ready to Die motherfuckers
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Hah!!
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As we proceed...
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(Who shot ya?)
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...to give you what you need
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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East coast motherfuckers
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(Who shot ya?)
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West coast motherfuckers...
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West coast motherfuckers... hah!
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As we proceed, to give you what you need
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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Get live motherfuckers
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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Get money motherfuckers
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As we proceed
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to give you what you need
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Get live motherfuckers
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9 to 5 motherfuckers
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J.M. motherfuckers
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J.M. motherfuckers
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As we proceeeeeeed
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To give you what you need...
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9 to 5...
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Who Shot Ya
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Notorious B.I.G. |