* different from the song of the same title on _No Way Out_
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[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
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Uncle Puffy?
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Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
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Huh? Please?
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[Puff Daddy]
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Alright check this out right here
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Woke up smoked up, broked up
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What I had left and rolled up, lit it
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Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
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Sent her on her way, I got no time today
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(Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?)
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With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
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Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
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Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day
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I get an unfair play, then the stairway
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That's why I'm like TWA, the airway
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Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say
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Hopin', but forget it
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Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken
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I open and I read it, it said
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[G-Dep]
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What da deal son?
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It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son
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I'mma have to steal one
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Caught up on the run with a gun
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Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one
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What to do?
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I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True?
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Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you
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I hear he's due
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You just do what need doin'
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Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one
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[Puffy]
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OK, good
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Those cats don't keep it real as they should
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Heard they don't pay good
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Stand around all day wishin' they could
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But this green fufills they dreams
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They ain't a team
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Answering machine on screen
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Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
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Head was mean, had a head for schemes
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Told her she get head to see me
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But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her
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[Female]
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Hey yo, what up Playboy?
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I'm out in Saint Croix
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With sun cats that say they real
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But they toys
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I heard ya doin' it though
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And you in the flow
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Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
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What up, yo?
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Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
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Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed
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[Puffy]
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Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do
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Just hit me when you get up top
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But come on through (Aight)
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Now I'm doin' inventory
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Guns, clips, vest, bullets
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So when I pull it, it's the end of story
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Leadin' my men to glory
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Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
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I know she down for me
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Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief
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These niggas mad cause it's my party
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And my Benz is wide-bodied
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Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
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That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
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So try me, go 'head and take a bite
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Might as well say good night
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Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light
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Now if it's wrong, make it right
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Not tommorow, tonight
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They barkin', I know the bite
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Jumped in the B-N-Z
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Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me
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See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
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Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
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Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds
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Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down
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Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock
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But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town
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Ride around for a minute
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Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings
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Interrupted by a cell ring
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Yeah yeah
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[Female]Hey Boo come and get me, I'm here
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[Puffy]Where?
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[Female]Teterboro
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Give me a few
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It was like I flew
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But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew
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Pulled up around 2, late like I do
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With the urge to bug
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She gave me a nervous hug
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And when I heard the slugs
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What I saw in the blur was thugs
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Tryin' to soak my fur with blood
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Dropped to the curb and ducked
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Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car
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Like "How I'm gon' get out this shit?"
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These niggas don't know what they about to get
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A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail
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Bust my gun at three and one fell
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The other two, waitin' to see what I'mma do
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[G-Dep]
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Hope you brought your arms
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Cuz you're gonna need 'em to hold me
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[Puffy]
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Peeped around the car slowly
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Then I let 'em have the whole wheat
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Man there's six million ways to die
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And you chose me, but I'm an OG
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And in the distance is police
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I'm still bustin', tryin' to kill something
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And I can't hide the fact that I peeled something
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I feel this thing, like in a minute I won't feel a thing
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The two |