nigga try me, shit, rather die She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I The dick make em happy, I'm they baby daddy Flossin in the 6 yeah, me and Puff Daddy
my side, when we puff La If a nigga try me, shit, rather die She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I The dick make em happy, I'm they baby daddy
'm doing and who the fuck, I'm screwing My money run long like J.R Yewin I'm a mack like Roni, pretty like Tony, Puff like Daddy and the bitches come
with you chest out Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga
amazed me Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin' Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to
Takin' it from the top? Tippy Oh, my people Sing it daddy How high, high Take my mind Where it never gone before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible]
matter You gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter Let that nigga play daddy, make moves with me I'd a kept it more than real boo, can't lose
your baby father but it don't matter You gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter Let that nigga play daddy, make moves with me I'da kept it more than real
Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one
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
talion, Fox Brown the don, loochie y'all Stallin, sip crystalle on the Cayman Islands Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano Turn that mob nigga
to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things Verse Two: Puff Daddy
pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin
t quit now, too much money's invested in me To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby! All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, these niggas crazy Blowin
got bitches, got cars Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know? No one important, just another nigga
the grave, True love, me and you love, [2] So whatchu wanna do love? c'mon [Chorus (with slight different adlibs)] [Puff Daddy (Puff Daddy):] You make
together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together] to get by, ahhhhh Verse One: Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real
bout ya pearl cuz c i get alot of that, stunna man im touchin stacks real nigga, real shit, hop up in this spaceship i take you to the stars, while we puff