(feat. Shyne, Puff Daddy)
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[Puff Daddy]
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The man ya'll been waitin' to hear
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Check him out
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[Shyne]
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Let it be understood, Bad Boy run this
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From Brooklyn to AT, they pump this
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Got you in the head with this gun shell
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Yeah, I know... I be on some dumb shit
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From the cold killa niggas that air the block out
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Them chinchilla broads that wear your cock out
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Cost her ten mil, now it's me you see hop out
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Stop playin', game over like the lock-out
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Serious shit, I'm the baddest Bad Boy, imperial shit
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Me and Q double L from the 4 period 6, knockin Total
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? flava, no doubt
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[Pam (Puffy)]
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I'm gettin' tired of bein' tired of your ways (c'mon)
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You haven't come home or even called me today (this is the remix)
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And you don't know the pain when I'm feelin' alone
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I'm callin' out your name when you're not even home
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(yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
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[Kima]
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And I need you with me babe
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Can't see you leavin' me babe
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Cuz I don't know no other road I would go
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And I hope your feelings change
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Come bring your lovin' back to me
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So I can give you all you need and much more
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Oh, I'm sittin'
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[1: Total]
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Sittin' home waitin' for you
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Starin' at these walls is all I do
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I try my best to be good to you
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But you're never around when I'm in the mood
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[Keisha (Puffy)]
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All my friends think that I am your fool (talk to me Keisha)
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And since you have been gone, I been thinkin' so too
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Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong
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(you ain't doin' nothin' wrong)
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We should stay together cuz our love is so strong (I feel ya)
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[Kima (Puffy)]
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And I need you with me babe
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Can't see you leavin' me babe
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Cuz I don't know no other road I would go
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And I hope your feelings change
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Come bring your lovin' back to me
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So I can give you what you want and much more
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Oh, I'm sittin' (Shyne, talk to me one time)
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[Shyne]
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I think it's only right I live the beat
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I was on some multi-platinum melody tone
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Shoot, they 'bout to bury me homes
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Carry it home, pencil bars and continental laws
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Coincidental? Nah
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I was meant to do this
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My speaches as a fetus get you at your z-lift, you beatless
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I made one, you lightweight, I made tons
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You betta off countin' stars, then them hoes that I make cum
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Hot to def, I ain't talkin' rhymes
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I'm talkin' 'bout this vest, TEK and the coat to cover it all
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From the veteran ?, VK the 2-5
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Nigga, Shyne is too live
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Say you betta? Nigga you lie
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Wanna be me? You can't fit the shoe size
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Them hoes? Bruised eyes
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Young Don from, ummm, Brook-lon
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[1: to fade]
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Sitting Home (Bad Boy Remix)
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