[Puff Daddy]
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Mmmmmmmmm-HMM
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See.. {*echoes*}
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I told you.. {*echoes*}
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[Puff] See, I told y'all muh'fuckers
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[Big] Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man
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[Puff] I told y'all to stop!
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[Big] He fucked up, yo..
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[Puff] I pray for you to stop
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[Big] Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo..
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Yo, yo yo yo, yo..
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[Puff] But no, you didn't stop
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[Big] Yo.. yo..
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[Puff] And now, we won't stop
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Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
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Time, time for you to die
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As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
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When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease
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Nigga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees
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And that's just the half on my warpath
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Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
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than the average playa hater, and spectators
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buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets
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They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low doe"
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Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
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I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
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Short-change niggaz, snort-caine niggaz
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Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga
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Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
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til Lil' Cease crippled me
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Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
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The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
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Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout
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all the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
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Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
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I want my spot back, take two
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Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggaz envious
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Too many niggaz on my dick, shit strenuous
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When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
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Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
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Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin
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Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
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Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
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I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system
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Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
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Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
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Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
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Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, LONG KISS
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Chorus 2X
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{Puff Daddy - speaking over chorus}
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Now.. we don't give a fuck..
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We just absolutely.. don't give a fuck..
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Because.. there ain't no motherfuckin love here..
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There ain't no love here..
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You know, we.. we just gon' keep doin what we do
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We gon' keep FUCKIN YOU UP..
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And I'ma keep stompin your MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD IN
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you FUCKIN BITCH, c'mon!!
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{last line overlaps Biggie's next verse}
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh.. I'm flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin
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maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the
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game is that? Like they hustle backwards
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I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me
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Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
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You're bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
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or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
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Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
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Rest where the worms and the weak be
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My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
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With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most
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You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin to break me
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Look what you made me do, brains blew
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My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe
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Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out -- the block
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for distances, givin long kisses BITCH
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Chorus 2X
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{Puff Daddy - speaking over chorus}
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All we have to do now.. is say a prayer for you.. y'know?
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That's all we have to do, just to pray for your mind.. cause..
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Eheh, see your mind got control of your heart..
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when it's supposed to be the other way around
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Your heart's supposed to got control of your mind..
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So now, I have no feelings for you
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You have made me cold..
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{last line overlaps Biggie's next verse}
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Frank White the menacin, Chron Chron's the medicine
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I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
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Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
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then, drugs and mac-10's
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Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
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Be broke -- girls won't date you
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That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out til your face blue
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Make you, open the safe too
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No matter how you call it (how you call i t)
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this brolic, alcoholic .. {*Biggie's chorus fades in*}
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like his weed green'd out, like his |