Lyrics:
I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my
you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me
It's all good
I trust her, dog
Aw, nigga, shut up, nigga
I hear you, don't trip
Well, the party didn't
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
We're sitting here with Eazy-E
Believe that
How are you doing?
Alright
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?
Ruthless, my
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
I can't eat with racks
All I know is go get it and shine
You know I be with it
Fuck on that bicth fuck her feature
Play with them key, no Alicia
I
a my team
Se dat me de pan level vibes so chatting this I'm the queen
Why don't you shake a leg why don't you rock and come in
Don't bother
it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me
Gimme that '94 Puff shit, Ali
I'm so appalled, Louis Vuitton draws
The shit, a booth for me is a bathroom stall
If you're not fond of me, you
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
shit Tune
I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue
I'm talking too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick
They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
though I still felt rejected
Hectic, called me more than I expected
Months passed by, even lived together and all
Dream come true, until suddenly a call
Oh
a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, we was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em too close
That's why they call 'em close friends
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?
[JD]
Now, is it
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool
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