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[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'
[Puffy] 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 if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it
[1] - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
[Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I?
[Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka
[Puffy] Do or die?
[Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through)
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Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club Smack the prettiest in a mini Whittiest beefin' with the mistress Can see they just beatin' up Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny (Gotta be spendin') We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin' Dippin and talking' how it's for money And ending up going back We made like forty one trips Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
[Puffy] Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips War's on my mind Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
