Intro: Puff Daddy
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(Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])
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Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
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Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?
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Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
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Do you ever ask yourself,
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When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
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Verse One: Styles Paniro
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I lick shots at intruders
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Take the coke money and invest in computers
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Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
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Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
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But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
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Light another sack for the three time losers
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Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
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Ladies and gentleman
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Bullets will leave you tremblin'
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Shooken up
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I got my cuban mommy cooking up
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We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
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New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
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My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
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Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
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Time to flip the script, bust the whip
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Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
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To the feds, catch me if you can
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I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
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Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
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They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
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So I can hit the boat and take a shower
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Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
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Stack blocks by the keys
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L to the O to the X you'll see
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Chorus: Puff Daddy
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Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
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What you gonna do when they come for you
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(Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]
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Interlude: Puff Daddy
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See, it's 1996 man,
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And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
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We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
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FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA
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Verse Two: Jadakiss
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Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
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L to the O, X amount the flows
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Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
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Dot on your head, take all your strength
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Yeah, I'm in it for the green
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I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
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My tape in your duel cassette running me
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Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
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Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
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'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B
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When you want it? now or later?
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I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
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With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks
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Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
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Up north where they bust your man
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In the custom van, interrupt your plans
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Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
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All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
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So let's keep things rationalized
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Everything I write better nationalize
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I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
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Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
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I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
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Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
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It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
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Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
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My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
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Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
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Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
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Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
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Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
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And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
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Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
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Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
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Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck
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So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck
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It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes
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Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes
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So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
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Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor
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Fatigued out in my house or office
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Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this
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(Uh-hun)
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My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
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Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
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Now what you gon' do?
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When they come for you
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The same thing you been doing
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Eye screwing |