(feat. Shyne)
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[Puff Daddy: speaking]
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The man you've all been waiting to hear
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Check him out
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[Shyne]
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Let it be understood
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Bad Boy run this
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Brooklyn the A-T they pump this
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Punch you in your head
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With this gun shit
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Y'all know, I be on some dumb shit
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I'ma cold kill the niggas that air the block out
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And ten chiller broads that'll wear your cock out
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Cost a half-a-mil
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That was me you seen hop out
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Stop playin, game over like a lockout
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Serious shit
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I'm the baddest Bad Boy, period shit
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Me and P-U-double-F in the 4 period 6
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Knocking Total
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Carrying weight, flavor, no doubt
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[Pam]
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I'm getting tired being tired of your ways
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You haven't come home or even called me today
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You don't know the pain when I'm being alone
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I'm calling out your name when you're not even home
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[Bridge]
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Cause I need you with me babe
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Can't see you leaving me babe
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Cause I don't know no other road I would go
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And I hope your feelings change
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Come bring your lovin' back to me
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So I can give you what you need and much more
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[Chorus]
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Sitting home waiting for you
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'Cause staring at these walls is all I do
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I try my best to be good to you
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But you're never around when I'm in the mood
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[Kisha]
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All my friends think that I am a fool
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And since you have been gone I've been thinkin so too
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Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong
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We should stay together cause our love is so strong
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[Bridge]
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[Puff Daddy: speaking]
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Shyne, talk to me one more time
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[Shyne]
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I think it's only right I let it be known
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I was on some multi-platinum melody tone
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Shit 'bout to bury me homes
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Carry my chrome
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Pencil bars, and Continental R's
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Coincidental? Nah
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I was meant to do this
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My speeches, as a foetus
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Meet you at your zenith, you beatless
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I made one you liked, wait I'll make tons
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You better off counting stars
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Than the ho's that I make come
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Hot to death
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I ain't talking rhymes
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I'm talking 'bout this vest, tek
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And the ??cult recovery west??
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From the better we ball
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BK to 2-5
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Nigga Shyne and it's too live
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Say you better nigga you lie
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want to be me, you can't fit the shoe size
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Ho's, room skies, young don
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from um, Brook-lyn, done, gone
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[Chorus: repeat till fade]
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Sitting Home (Remix)
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