Verse One:
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First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honies
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dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
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those the ones I like cause they don't get nathin'
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but penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
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'Garbahge', I turn like doorknobs
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heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
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however, I stay Gucci down to the socks
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rings and watch filled with rocks
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and my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
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girls pee pee when they see me
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navajos creep me in they tee pee
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as I lay down laws like Allan Coppett
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Stop it - if ya think theyre gonna make a profit
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don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
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now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
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in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya
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I'm clockin ya, Versace shade watchin ya
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once ya grin, I'm in, game begin
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first I talk about how I dresses this
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In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses
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The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
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deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
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climax that your man can't make
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call him, tell him you'll be home real late
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now sing the break
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Chorus:
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Faith: Baby....all I need is one more chance, I can help you find yourself
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You don't need nobody else
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B.I.G.: I got the good luv girl ya didn't know (x2)
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Verse Two:
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Sick of that song on how it's so long
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thought he worked his until I handled my biz
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there I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans
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Low Down Dirty Demon like his brother Keenan
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schemin, don't leave ya girl round me
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true player for real, ask Puff Daddy (yeah)
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you ringin bells with bags from Chanel
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Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
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Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
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She beeped me, meet me at twelve
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Where you at? flippin jobs, payin' car notes?
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While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
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Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
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Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
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Nuthin left to do but send her home to you
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I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
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we can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
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the envy of all women, crush linen
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Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in em
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the finest women I love with a passion
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ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
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high fashion - flyin into all states
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sexin me while ya man masturbates
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Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
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Her flight lands at nine, my game just for rhyme
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lyrically I'm supposed to represent
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I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
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Chorus
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One More Chance (remix)
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Notorious B.I.G. |