lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust
(yeah) Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Mike of 112 (P. Diddy):] Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough
something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let's get crunk Baby don't play
don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please
down the road where we go, i don't know, you can hear them callin, don't you, when the angels call like Chorus: Diddy/Dawn yoooooooooooo if you don't
Chorus: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
for real Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my
the gettin' money gameplan You don't really wanna get involved, with the LOX car Tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are You can't outsell us, it ain't shit
, don't die And I need changes Oh, please, please, please Don't go Don't go Above while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck
headphones, man I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon'
nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day [Verse] It's like that y'all (that y'all) Don't get
didn't hear me though Ya know, grrrrrr Uh One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know
Just can't let go (Is this the end?) I, just, don't, know Wish it would've happened then Did I just hear a tight jam How it's on let make my maneuver
' dirt pies, na, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I
Don't know whatcha all 'bout but I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up They know
right in front of your hon? Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits Down that Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks No matter what, we gotta come strapped with out gats We don?t
in front of your hon'. Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits. Down that Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks. No matter what, e gotta come strapped with out gats. We don't
don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice You public enemy number one right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit