Puff Daddy Lyrics

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[Intro: Puff Daddy]

 

 (Don't stop, I'm not finished yet) [8x]

 Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?

 Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?

 Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?

 Do you ever ask yourself,

 When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!

 

 [Verse One: Styles Paniro]

 

 I lick shots at intruders

 Take the coke money and invest in computers

 Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel

 Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero

 But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser

 Light another sack for the three time losers

 Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger

 Ladies and gentleman

 Bullets will leave you tremblin'

 Shooken up

 I got my cuban mommy cooking up

 We got it all from Heron to Fishscale

 New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail

 My style is flashy like a fiver strobes

 Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes

 Time to flip the script, bust the whip

 Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped

 To the feds, catch me if you can

 I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan

 Get there and bury the bricks in the sand

 They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand

 So I can hit the boat and take a shower

 Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower

 Stack blocks by the keys

 L to the O to the X you'll see

 

 [Chorus: Puff Daddy]

 

 Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do

 What you gonna do when they come for you

 [Gun cocking] You'll see, [gun cocking] you'll se [2x]

 

 [Interlude: Puff Daddy]

 

 See, it's 1996 man,

 And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.

 We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that

 FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA

 

 [Verse Two: Jadakiss]

 

 Yeah aight then, you better act like you know

 L to the O, X amount the flows

 Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.

 Dot on your head, take all your strength

 Yeah, I'm in it for the green

 I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens

 My tape in your duel cassette running me

 Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me

 Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me

 'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B

 When you want it? now or later?

 I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators

 With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks

 Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick

 Up north where they bust your man

 In the custom van, interrupt your plans

 Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'

 All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'

 So let's keep things rationalized

 Everything I write better nationalize

 I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies

 Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny

 I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura

 Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her

 It's all about quick whips and fast knicks

 Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips

 My style tight like Gotti when I touch you

 Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle

 Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch

 Cop one for my man, so ill shits match

 Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back

 And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks

 Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all

 Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three: Sheek Luchion]

 

 Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck

 So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck

 It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes

 Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes

 So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer

 Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor

 Fatigued out in my house or office

 Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this

 (Uh-hun)

 My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes

 Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups

 Now what you gon' do?

 When they come for you

 The same thing you been doing

 Eye screwing

 And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)

 While me and my mans are pursuin'

 Who you think the ladies are enhancin'

 Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion

 So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches

 And you'll see how wo lock this

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.]

 

 Click, click, uh, uh, uh

 Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it

 Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit

 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy

 Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies

 Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)

 Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her

 She know I treats my bitches like Ivana

 Dolce and Gabana

 Dippin'

 Big poppa never slippin'

 H-class diamonds shinin'

 Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'

 Smoking cigars in Bogota

 With Colombian niggaz named Panama

 And Englique and shit

 Games we play life endin'

 Bitches bending over with ease

 For a pair of Moschino jeans

 And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped

 Singles on top

 Benjamins

 Under the rest of 'em

 Advancin'

 From duplex to mansion

 Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas

 VCR's in my V's

 Game elevates, money I make

 Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch

 Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands

 Discusing plans with my mans

 Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system

 That leaves your rear views tremblin'

 What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude

 Drop to your knees and show gratitude

 Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent

 Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

 

 [Outro:]

 

 You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see