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make-up to break up 
See the Jay cup 
Fix the lil make up 
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy 
Wishin' they was the one 
But Chris got Lil Kee
{intro-Young Chris} & Neef. Six figure, woo, uh youngunaz(yungunaz)Chris and Neef (that's right) .
Jeah, uh,this official state P
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?

Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
make-up to break up 
See the Jay cup 
Fix the lil make up 
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy 
Wishin' they was the one 
But Chris got Lil Kee
make-up to break up 
See the Jay cup 
Fix the lil make up 
That's them youngunas Chris and Lil Neefy 
Wishin' they was the one 
But Chris got Lil Kee
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
?  'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
and your bitching
Like e and p's last CD, you're out of business
e and p's last cd, you're out of business
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly

[P. Diddy]
Come on now

[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
a pair of shoes of his own)

Well, they caught Lost John
Put 'em in the pen
Summer break and gone
And now he's out again

If anybody asks you
Who
a pair of shoes of his own)

Well, they caught Lost John
Put 'em in the pen
Summer break and gone
And now he's out again

If anybody asks you
Who
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at? 

[P.Diddy]
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out

Hey Yo it can't stay
a fucking drive-by 

Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac 

Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack 

Master P in the passenger seat getting
they asked Doc boy if he go tell him and he said yeah he'd go

He found old John sittin' in his homemade rockin' chair 
Thumbin' through a worn out
(Where be?)
Run em' in that U.P.T.
(And who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my B.G.

[B.G.]
You gotta beat em
(That nigga is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart

When the fuck you gon' start recognize
in my own hand
Divided by the fate times the pleasure plus the pain
Minus the love and hate, nothing to gain!
I just want to live it out, figure it
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)

D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread 
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through
Now, an my baby went out
An' stayed out all night long
She never came home 
Until the break of dawn

C'mon, shake yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo'
Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?

No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.

You would?
Well, I'll tell you what then, let us
Mobile Alabama DJ 

Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar 
They call it
country ruled by hate there's no way out.
We can't escape bitter lies, and emptyness.
Swarming mass contagiousness.
The president speaks, we think he's
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
Now, an my baby went out
An' stayed out all night long
She never came home 
Until the break of dawn

C'mon, shake yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo'