*featuring Black Rob, Loon
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[P. Diddy]
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Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
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[Black Rob]
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Aiyyo, back on the scene
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Ain't nuthin' changed
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Still doin' wild things
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Whippin' something mean
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The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
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For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour
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When we hit the sick, I'm the cure
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We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
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Ain't nobody botherin' you
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All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
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Immigration always sayin' I'm harboring a few
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Illegal aliens
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Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
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The top story, evening news
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I'm the shit, they been decieving you
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Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville
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Shoot to kill
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Ask niggas, Duke is real
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Stay lookin' for the loot to steal
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He determined
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Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin'
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I want my glory
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Duke is not a joke, and I ain't got ?
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Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole intent
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To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
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Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt
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Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
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Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
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Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs
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That's cause my dawgs ain't there
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[Chorus: x2]
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The more hits we make, more money to burn
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The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
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Back For Good Now
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| P. Diddy |
