[P. Diddy]
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Let's go (c'mon!) don't stop (B.R.!)
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Let's go (c'mon!) don't stop
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Let's go (Bad Boy yeah) don't stop (no doubt, yeah)
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Let's go, don't stop (we startin over)
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[Chorus: x2]
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Let's go (knock 'em out the box Black)
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Don't stop (knock 'em out Black)
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Let's go (knock 'em out the box Black)
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Don't stop (knock 'em out Black)
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[Verse 1: Black Rob]
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Can't please e'rybody all the time
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So I reflect on all the grind and put it all on the line
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Like a scale from one to ten, I move you in
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That paper come up short and I'll do you in
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You avoidin a head-on collision (yeah)
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Pay insert incision, I'm the pinpoint precision
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Nigga play himself short to react
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I'm about to see green, like I'm right next door in a cat
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Up North ain't a option, use your own logic
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I could get a nigga killed for a pair of full [?]
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Funny how they turn dumb
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Like I ain't the one that showed 'em like I ain't the one they learned from
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The teacher, a.k.a. Mr. Fuck-a-Feature
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Next year make you wear, he rock his own fuckin sneaker
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That's what's strivin dude, light blue drivin shoe
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Love when you drivin through
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: Black Rob]
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I'm untouchable, I move with them 'lices
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I'm 'bout to bake my own cake with the icing
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This one of them things to see who the nicest
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Put your money on Black, that nigga priceless
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Niggaz came aboard and they lost it
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Tell me how the fuck you play to win, lose my forfeit
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Now a nigga pokin your stuff
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Guess it coulda been your wife, you just ain't focusin enough
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Last year you were sickin it to 'em
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Said she was spendin your dough, he has in his cell lickin his wounds
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Nigga would, write, write the shit he gon' do to y'all
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Drug program can't do to hold two for
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Ten months is a knock at your do'
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Bustin a bill, almost standin six feet tall
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UPS doo-doo brown suit and hat
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You don't suspect, therefore you sign for the package
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Shook, open up the box and look
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Ten seconds was all it took, then BOOM! [explosion]
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And with that I'll be done
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I ain't gotta pull my gun to make you do run-run
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[Chorus: w/ variations, then normal x2]
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Knock 'em out the box Black
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Knock Em Out
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| Clinton Sparks |
