Puff Daddy Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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(feat. Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep, Redman)

 [Puffy]

 I'll never stop

 I don't give a fuck

 If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers

 I will never stop

 

 I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup

 Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup

 I'll be damned if you get more points than me

 Sell more joints than me

 Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name

 Smoke on it, shit, choke on it

 Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga

 Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga

 Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low

 Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show

 Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"

 I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes

 Come on, you can even ask Don Juan

 It's official now, they all rock Sean John

 Might have to change my name to strong arm

 You came to get money man?

 That shit been long gone, come on

 

 [Shyne]

 Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond

 Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone

 Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle

 Prominent premier, premium bravo

 Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though

 Shots in the spinal, from my rivals 

 Cross the t's and dot the i's and

 Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around

 Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'

 You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere 

 Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and

 Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'

 Money laundering, honies wondering

 Who me? I reply casually

 Come what God would be if He was a straight G

 Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

 

 [Redman]

 Yo yo yo, it's your hide

 Grab the rope and yell rawhide

 Front line is pussy, call off sides

 I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed

 I left my gun home, here borrow mine

 Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"

 This gun'll knock plants off tall guys

 We value-packs, y'all small fries

 (Yo, I'm from the projects)

 Yo, but on the floor tied

 Don't matter, we'll take up all size

 Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is 

 Since five, I talk jive

 In church dressed in cordoroy ties

 Now I'm grown up and been married four times

 Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes

 Brick city, known pop the door wide

 Stolen Bonneville in New York High

 

 [G-Dep]

 Reversin' the plot

 Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot

 If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot

 And I be the person to watch

 If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch 

 Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts

 Buy the cassette, rewind it to death

 Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget

 How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet

 You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt

 You lost when you nodded your neck

 Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect

 Take the voice that you try to project, check

 Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz

 I'm why you smell herb in the crib

 Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful

 Indo out-do, intro to outro

 

 [Sauce Money]

 I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique

 Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick

 Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit

 I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit

 Look, you against me is really nothin' to see

 Who, when, where, what it's gon' be

 I don't give a fuck if it's he or she

 I'm the virgin of hip hop

 Nobody fuckin' with me

 I know your type, you a ride dick nigga

 Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga

 Out of turn speakin', first one leakin'

 Always the Suzuki side kick nigga

 Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks

 Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick

 These nigga's the nicest? No, go fish

 Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit

 

 [Cee-Lo]

 You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated

 Observe it from over there, ok 

 Ain't It obvious we overheated

 You talkin' that slick shit 

 But I jus' know that you meant me 

 But evidently, you don't know

 I get your ass gone permanently

 It ain't complex

 I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next

 Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps

 Come on and get some of our gun craps

 I'll straighten out the nigga now

 When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse

 When I glide the entire map

 With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up

 Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up

 And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up

 Look in my eyes, I'm not scared

 Sucka, you heard what I said

 If you don't wanna get dead

 No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla

 The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule

 

 [Busta]

 Don't hold me back, you bet

 How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines

 A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine

 I hope you know there's nothin' fresher

 The manifester apply the pressure

 Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester

 Now fix your fuckin' face up

 Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw

 Everybody hit the fuckin' floor

 Only the real mother fuckers belong

 I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song

 (Bitch nigga)

 You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past

 When I used to pull spine outcho ass

 Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit

 Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit

 Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips

 Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house

 Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger

 Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas