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Puff:
Intro: Puff Daddy I want y'all to check out This is a Bad Boy tribute to my man the Notorious B.I.G. which features myself, Faith and 112 Rest in peace B.I.G -- we miss ya Verse One: Puff Daddy Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track, you locked the flow So far from hangin on the block for dough Notorious they got to know that life ain't always what it seems to be Words can't express what you mean to me Even though you're gone, we still a team Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream In the future, can't wait to see If you'll open up the gates for me Reminisce some time, back when they took my friend Try to black it out, but it plays again When it's real, feelings hard to conceal Can't imagine all the pain I feel You didn't even hit half your breath I know you're living you life -- after death Chorus: Faith Evans Every step I take, Every move I make Every single day, every time I pray -- I'll be missing you Thinking of the day, when you went away What a life to take, what a bond to break -- I'll be missing you Verse Two: Puff Daddy It's kinda hard with you not around Know you in heaven smiling down Watching us while we pray for you Every day we pray for you Til the day we meet again In my heart is where I'll keep you friend Memories give me the strength I need to proceed The strength I need to believe My thoughts B.I.G. I just can't define Wish i can turn back the hands of time Us in the 6th, shopping for new clothes and kick You and me taking flicks, making hits Stages they receive you warm I still can't believe you're gone You didn't even hit half your breath I know your living you life -- after death Chorus [Faith Evans] Somebody tell me why, one black morning when this life is over I know -- I'll see your face Outro: 112 Every night I pray, every step I take Every move I make, every single day (repeat 3X) Every move I make Chorus
Its been a long time but it seems youd rather see me in jail sayin' we left the hood plottin, I'm sure to catch me That's what you get
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears See my falls See my errors Know
my faults Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking
Backtracking Where I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to
trap me Bear rap Wire tap me
Back-stab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close
you eyes Come with me Come with me
Yeah
Come with me
Uh hu, yeah
You said to trust you You never hurt me Now I'm disgusted To stand adjusted
Certainly you fooled me Ridiculed me Let me hangin
Now shit's boomerangin Right back at you Big long range Narrow minded Let be
blinded I cosigned it Shit backfired But I'm bouncing back
I'm grinded Not many were there Pressure You comprehend me You want to end me
You offend me Drama Feel the trama Come with me
Yeah
Uh hu
Hea
Come with me
Don't be afraid
Yeah
Come with me
I close my eyes And I see You Standing there I cry Tears Of sorrow I die
Uh hu, yeah
I fought my enemies Fought my foes Damn these hoes You steppin on my toes
Back up off me Take your hands off me Give me room to breathe I'm not hearin I'm
not fearin it I'm up to my ears in it
Bullshit I'm destructive So when they find that deductive So say it's lunacy
But luckily I'll be movin on I ignore you Sorry if I bore you I neglect you
Don't mean to disrespect you Can't you see I love you dearly
And that's sincerely But you annoy me You can't afford me I'm here to stay
Forever, and ever In a day that's never I can't let you go I can't forget it Why
you did it
I won't permit it I wanna quit it I wanna fight you I'll fuckin bite you
Can't stand nobody like you You can't run You can't hide No surprise Close your
eyes Come with me
Yeah
Come with me
Come with me
Aaaow
Yeah, I like this
Come on Come on
Yeah
Turn me up
I need you to turn me up
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Come on now
Yeah
Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears
Uh hu
You're ready now
Come on, check us out
Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears
Uh
Oh yeah, that's right Oh yeah, that's right for you
Hear my cries Hear my calls Lend me your ears See my falls See my errors Know
my faults
Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking Backtracking Where I met you Pistol
packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bear rap Wire tap me Back-stab
me
Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close you eyes
Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me
Come with me Come with me Come with me
I'ma take you with me
I wanna fight you I'll fuckin bite you Can't stand nobody like you You can't
run You can't hide No surprise Close you eyes Come with me
I'ma take you with me
I'm here to stay Forever, and ever In a day that's never Come with me
Uh hu, yeah Uh hu, yeah Uh hu, yeah Uh hu, yeah Uh hu, yeah Uh hu, yeah
Come with me
Mase talkin
Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for
whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got niggaz
that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz that just don't
like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a
difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But
it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I.,
Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance
Verse One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd
love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk
shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot
shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies
with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look
both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin
me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
Been around the world and yah yah yah And we been playa hated [say what?] I
don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded [ahehe] I don't know why
they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
*Baby baby*{Not sure}
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah) Now I'm in beach houses,
cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was a gentleman, livin in tenements Now
I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo) Went from Bad Boys to the
Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh) Hoes of all
complexions, I like cinnamon Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in
(c'mon) What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere
baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this Don't kiss right there girlfriend
I'm ticklish (heheh) And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's Nigga
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Chorus
Verse Three
Puff:
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that
all ladies come (yeah) Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue Lick em
places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Mase:
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie Eat the mami chochi and drive a
low-ride We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm
about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all
on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I. Come in clubs with B.I., now a
nigga V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna
roll, break a hundred out the toe
As Biggie does chorus, Puff is in tha background: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh We
been playa hated! Why? Why they want us hated! Why they hate us? Is it our
ladies? Say what? Yeah, baby baby!
Chorus, with Puff talking:
You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the
world? Don't look at mine, get yours (music fades)
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby It's all about the
Benjamins baby
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who
be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three
course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And
what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on
your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I
get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga
Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)
I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a
Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor
denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep
I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe
you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody
intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which
lead you
Verse Three: Sheek
I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip
coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin
chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and
Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin
wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to
bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay
poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your
chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy
as RuPaul Puff Daddy: C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 4 times:)
It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about
the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins
baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the
Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Verse Four:
Lil' Kim:
Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZ, throw a
hex on a whole family (yeah... yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman
(say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And
you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throate d Know you wanna fill the room
cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck
a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own
shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down
baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga
too, fuck you
(Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G. (BACKGROUND CHANGE!)
I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice
grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh,
undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my
kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that,
whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State
(c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my
left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't
tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What??
It's all about the Benjamins baby
(Uh-huh, yeah)
REPEAT 8 Times
A yo Puff, check this out, I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these (Puffy)
Lets go, Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)
one, one, one one, Chorus
All you suckers, liars, Chorus
Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love, |
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