[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go (I was passin til the cops come) Big beef (I was passin til the cops come Ready ready ready ready ready.) Big beefin with the mistress For the backs of the lions as we growl mutherfucker We all livin in the last motherfuckin day this is revalations If it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong And you face yourself with that question, for the answer.. The fuck do you believe in?
Let's take a pie to the badguy Zero well where my cateye dadeye My flavour frame the raddle Hot out, hot out of problem My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell) This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public Made gratafying If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction L.A. Lugers start your mad punk They really got a smash on And they would probly blast you
[Puff Daddy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells and niggas give you the reason Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin Probly breathin My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha] From my buck to the world Gave my Glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the Benz Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin
[Bizzy Bone] Ohh playa ohh nigga Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4)
[Puff Daddy] Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressin You guessin I seen a lot The papers got it stressin and impressin We spin a lot Confessions get us blessins from the Lord We sin a lot Wonderin "Will he let me in or not?" I's still tryin ta find a reason why Because I'm a bad boy They wanna label me a bad guy Who am I?
[Bizzy Bone] It's P Diddy muthafucka
[Puff Daddy] Do or die?
[Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Two strikes no chicken types It's the type he bucks ammunition, (Pistol shots) buck, bucks ammunition baby He's got the flavour the kind that got me still down Run around me watch the hill down So buck the best I'm hear now Yes, best neva gone Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell him my head is just blow with a sciness Can't you come ride with me? Come ride with me? Bubbye me with a gun Slide the weed and rum Come get high wit me You don't talk weed wit me, Bizzy Bone You don't leave me anymore Leave me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor (Ha ha ha) Who dat left before? Blackout tears the stackhouse Criminals, detention aren't they always bad When I'm thinkin dem (Come on) doctor?
Incetiest, hiddyest, grittiest, shittiest In the club smack the prettiest in a mini Grittiest beef in with the mistress Diddy the city I pitty with little kids picking up pennys And niggas I thought I brought up with selling book for a living Making minimum wage like confetti, it's gotta be a mistake Y'all oughta don't tell us and it's just those seven elements Don't tell us it's those seven elements Dippin on in our lips for money and it don't land upon that We ready like 45 scripture [Yea] Make money like that, nigga, you know what I'm sayin
[Puff Daddy] See what you niggas do to me I do to you And if I'm who you came to see then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas gon creep No sleep til the heat They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe get this money [Ha ha ha] It time for the misfits niggas bring ya clips Boys on my mind Packin bullets from the mines my brothas