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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Uhh, check it out, uhh
*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what Verse One: Puff Daddy Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Uh, uh-uh, (There's another one)
What-what (And another one) This is the remix (There's another one) Ha ha I know it's not too ghetto (And another one, Bad Boy) I know it's not too ghetto Pedigree (Pedigree baby) I said I know it's not to ghetto Donaway (Faith, Faithfully, the remix) You better, check yourself respect yourself You better go for self because I flow for self [Verse 1: Faith Evans] I'll tell you why there's no love, simply you're not cool enough For what we had between us, don't you know you lost my trust People ask me where you've been (Where you've been) And I tell them were just friends (Tell them we're just friends) Cause it's so obvious that it's never gonna work for us No no oh no (No) [Chorus] Played with my emotions (Played) You gets no devotion (And you gets no love, gets no love) You can't get no love from me You can't even be my friend (Be my friend) And you gets no love again Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch (You gets no love from me) [Verse 2: Faith Evans] Tell you why we can't hook up (You gets no love) Cause I had about enough (You gets no love) Hearin all the lies you tell (You gets no love) Boy I thought I knew you well People think that your my man (People think that your my man) They don't even understand (They don't even understand) Just because I let you get some that don't make you the one We ain't even in love (You know you played with my....) [Chorus: Faith Evans] Played with my emotions You gets no devotion You gets no love, you can get no love from me You can't even be my friend (Can't be my frie |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Woke up in the morning, you were not there
All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Why'd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Verse One by Carl Thomas] Why did you have to be this way Baby all you had to say Is that you were sick and tired of the man I began to be But you planned a great escape Bright and early before I wake We both knew we had to break You could of chose a better way [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Why'd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Verse Two: Carl Thomas] It was cold the way you left Still the pain is in my chest Because in my heart I felt you should of came and talked to me If you put away your pride And look deep into my eyes It would of been to your surprise That I got up to apologize But you were gone [Chorus: Carl Thomas 2x] Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Why'd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Break: Carl Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But it's this thing that's come between us |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Eh yo what's up playboy Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got something I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew I'll see you there <i>[Big Azz Ko]</i> Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan Went to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word you got to be joking Don't worry about it dun I'm on the next thing smoking Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team Im'll head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route to climb walls Infrared vision ear plugs and all Digital surveillance linked with laptops Express mail it to me can't ?? <i>[Bristal]</i> I'm splurtin' for certain Bris-pro working Searchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin From servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin' On my way from Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch bourbon Identity of this man I look persian Hey yo we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from Or who sent them First nigga to find them better bend'em Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the same So y'all niggas betta get on point <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well let's see how Rob B-O handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs Watch ya backs bad boys <i>[Black Rob]</i> Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land We in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards Im'll do dirty Still a commssion and we all equal All lethal Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people It's the family affair, I'm here With all of me Im'll deal with this one accordingly Got the locations sittin' in the console pacin' Get bagged murder be the case and And I'm tired in jail Even though through the riots I prevailed Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed'em I'm here for the fam thats there when I need'em <i>[Mark Curry]</i> Yo, uh uh uh, hello It gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other Like Milan they run for cover New cuz this bitch that I fucked with One thought I loved her Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface That's a purpose One of these faces, make'em nervous Catch'em when they out for hamburgers Turn they whole lunch into a murder In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of This shits big, the first thing to catch to where PD is I'm on it, act like they want it Im'll bring the heat Just let me know the place we plan to meet And I'm in it sure as your heart beat <i>[Loon]</i> Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays So watch what the fuck you say It's ya mouth that started the shit Now you actin' all retarted and shit Dog I came to play my part and that's it We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man Two lincoln LS Sedans Fifteen hundred yards of saran And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam Yo, call Sean in Milan Call Sean tell Sean we gone We'll meet him in Hong Kong With two chicks both they thongs on Mabe Ling and Kim Long Both of them dead wrong Two rich bitches the feds on <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boys Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys <i>[Kain]</i> Heh, I'm bout to do Santa Dimengo On a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong 'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips Talkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits And fuck for dough like I give two shits Wildfire call from Hong Kong Hello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean Jean) Hold up, some information was missing I just got the same page from Bris He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips Somewhere in the Florida sticks It's a set up Tell the crew to keep their heads high I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die We've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?) Let's get back to the spot in NY Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops Hit both the hot locks Let'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha yeah! Suited up ready to dumbs out Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out <i>[P. Diddy]</i> Hey yo yo hold up stop the music man heh heh Y'all niggas is crazy I was only joking man I just wanted to see if my family was on point |
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from Whitney Houston 5집 - Just Whitney (2002)
Why you lookin' at me
Don't get mad at me 'Cause I'm still gonna be (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Whatcha lookin' at (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Whatcha lookin' at I feel your eyes on me You been telling lies on me (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Whatcha lookin' at (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) See I don't understand Why you keep peepin' me When you don't even like me You're after me and my man Don't think you're stressing me 'Cause your lies don't excite me, no no (Never thought) Never thought, Never thought (Never knew) Never knew that you would do this to me Do this to me (Try to ruin me) Ruin me (Be my enemy) Be my enemy (Never thought) Never thought, Never thought, Never thought (That you) That you Would act as if you're cool with me So why you lookin' at me Why you lookin' at me (Don't get mad at me) Don't get mad ('Cause I'm still gonna be) Gonna be me (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Whatcha lookin' at Me, Me, Me (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) (Whatcha lookin' at) Tell me whatcha lookin' at (I feel your eyes on me) Feel your eyes (You been telling lies on me) Telling lies (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Tell me (Whatcha lookin' at) (Tell me, Tell me, Tell me) Whatcha lookin' at |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen
We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-Two, One-Two, in the place to be As you can see I am the crush groovin' There's a whole lot of stars Be groovin' in here tonight The record breaking and the record making Yeah, yeah, turn this up From the states to over seas Every city in between I hit the scene Catch fire like kerosene Geting paid for more then a decade We been blazing, Y'all wasn't ready for the PD invasion Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know? No one important, just another nigga flossing Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real You just a clone wit' a production deal I sailed the seven seas And kept my head above the water Sorry I left you, but now I am back for ya But it's like we never bounced, Platinum from word of mouth Hottest niggas out Alot better, the shit's too strong I'm home now, daddy's been gone too long * - [Lil' Kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad Boy 'till the day we die Tell they all like Jordan in the fall On top of the hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft' What you grillin' me for? Kept my name good, we from the same hood Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me Wanna grind on me Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me You can't stop 'em when them shells is popping Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching At all times, put it all on the line Without a care dreams of cream turn to nightmares No one to talk to, don't know who to trust Got your gun out and don't know who to bust It get like that though, when you stack that dough Can't run from it yo, that's when they get close So put up you guards, keep faith in God I promise y'all the world'll be ours Repeat * Your games amaze, but alot of ways, many choices Can't sleep, when I do I hear voices Speakin' loud and clear, Wait 'till you come out this year So I listen back cause the street is missing that What a world we live in So cold I'm shivering, slipping Gotta work with what I'm given, shit Bitches is trifling, hands out grabbin' Niggas hating, scheming and back stabbin' That's why they hang around you, just to be seen Type to leave a gun fight wit' a full magazine No blood, not hit, chamber ain't warm What part of the game is this? And who's side you on? Can't be out for wealth and out for self, won't work Find yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt In a verse I show the whole earth my work It got to get better because it can't get no worse Repeat * Repeat * |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day
another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water for the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos and the navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger then I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?" Chorus: Puff Daddy Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo' You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads" G'night Bone Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision Watching my life go down, like Christian Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard they just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest straight, the other two came a little late, and just barely missed my face I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid and own the world, bone all the girlie girls That's when I finally figured out That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions No more confessions only suggestions I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin them niggaz didn't even get to peep Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead They fled, and they waved, hot lead If I aimed up, I'd be on my deathbed Sucker move, for that they don't get no props Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots We in the block, no Land posters just old posters of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures I'm tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are" Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt That night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin That's when I heard the bustin, yeah Chorus |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (BIG: All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (BIG: The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (BIG: YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you baby (BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG: This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked (BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The sun is ... (blurred) ... they say my killin's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under the vest by the abdominal hum a few |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
See my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you Here's another one I think about my strength to finally get up and leave No more broken heart for me No more tellin your lies to me I'm lookin like I got my head on right so now I see No more givin you everything There's no more takin my love from me See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you glad to wake up every day without you on my brain No more where you're laid up at night No more havin to fuss and fight I'm proud to say That I will never make the same mistake No more thinkin bout what you do There's no more me runnin back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin back to you Some say the X make the sex Spec tacular make me lick you from ya neck To yo back then ya shiverin tongue deliverin Chills up that spine that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight no Cristal tonight If it's alright with you we fuckin That's cool Deja vu the blunts sparked finger fuckin in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between yo legs You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to yo mother's bed At the Mariott we be lucky if we find a spot Next to yo sister damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back when I hit that Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle Now I know you used to suites at the Parker Meridian Trips to the Carribean but tonight no ends You must be used to me cryin cryin While you're out bumpin and grindin But I'm leavin you tonight See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep running back to you You must be used to me cryin cryin While you're out bumpin and grindin But I'm leavin you tonight |
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| from Barber Shop (우리 동네 이발소에 무슨 일이) by Terence Blanchard [ost] (2003) | |||||
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in life that you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." Y'all niggaz still talkin? Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune? What you have is a portion Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk son I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements I'm a pro, kid Why you actin like you don't really know, kid? Any records I broke it Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did I said, here's your eviction notice But you probably already know this I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV or pick up your CD, P.D. This is gruesome Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited, cruisin You ain't really got a crew son You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant Youse a smokehead I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett Run and get your CD and cass-ette Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like that Niggaz get fried like that And you don't wanna die like that Have your momma cryin like that Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that Still on the block and move pies like that Never my life dealt with guys that rap In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names All we do is cock back, and spray planes Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jaw Might catch me squeezin the four My nigga I go to war And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw Predicate assassin, smashin Open shit, rig scope, focus it Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit) Oppose the clique, I send five close to six Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off Fix your face, we back on the paper chase Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga We'll never stop.. We'll never stop.. One of the greatest teams that ever lived.. It's like in our blood.. We gotta be born this way.. Bad Boy baby |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
1, 2, 1, 2
yeh y'all can hear me make the drumming sound yeh lets ride yeh yeh be clear we here lights out eat here sleep here my house rhyme wasting time wasting feds want me caged in hope they got patience more you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more I drop jewels Hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor New era this is war Lord I'm the answer without a question No evidence no possession Stop stressing Shit I got moves to make Streets is dark but still I illuminate nigga I could see the way Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh Curry going hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with em kid shortchange the dealer the game be gorilla ain't nothing illa aka 800 toll free aside I rose to be a Bad Boy til' I die The official bonafide (fide) Tested and tried (tried) Get in like Canson Work from the inside When I ride eyes are wide Ain't that I lick when I walk My some pimping to my stride Some wit a emphis on my side Cause I understand niggas out to get I Living the life Is no lie Been a great thing to do Nuttin I could think change the view Althought it might seem strange to you Its plain to me I'm here with you Lets give them what they came to see Yow yow aiiyo We exceptional Congressional Its best that you bester crew Wit your flesh going bruise Blood goin ooze and However you choose your ass goin lose This ain't the blues Don't things that cruise Go bring the news Wit flows meaning cruel From few options To cruise hopping Now fools plotting cause I chart topping From bounce checks to being in effect (fect) And it don't stop till they reinterbect Rhyme calisthetics Bad Boy anesthetics Will twist me like crippie Amanda Chevitts Back flips tactics Be on measure Hat tricks wit only dimes and better Nigga just for that cheddar O please I switch cheese to leather Uh yeh uh yeh uh Check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck dog kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when it come to me Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungary On my right where my gun going be Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me Member when niggas used to run from me All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing Nigga in the game got a little chain becuz Heard the nigga signed a major budget But I'm the nigga made you love Now you wanna change the subject I ain't sweating that animosity I'm deading that Instead of rap imma smack you dead in your trap I don't give a fuck what I said on a track Niggas know me better than that Niggas I could neva be wack My money way to ahead of you cats I'm going strait to the top where the cheddar be at Wassup wit that Yeh bad boy nigga Fuck y'all wanna do As y'all can see when have come to the end of our program Very important that I let y'all know That I truly appreciate and I'm thankful For all your support For everybody that's been down from day one I love you We love you P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family We out Aiiyo BIG we miss you one |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
[Black Rob] I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Had some big nigga with keys to the crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in the Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love it how we huggin the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus it's jumpin off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance with kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the similin chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus: Black Rob] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [Missy Elliott] Just broke up where this kid is stayin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause I found out he was a One Minute Man (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, how dare he play me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Told him next time he want to fuck me, pay me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause I been waiting too damn long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And I know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, man ya know that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I need to find out if ya feel what I'm saying (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat in my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they ain't care if my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nothin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no! [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [G. Dep] Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if ya paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through man, pop the lock (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hidden (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I did a bitch, still puttin my bid in (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging this high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus trains, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the bank done stretching my credit (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G. Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honeys givin me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on [Snoop Dogg] Waking up with a braud (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And I don't even know her name, dogg (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm on the run from the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) These fools runnin up and chickens raw (OH THAT'S CRAZY) It's a G from the streets (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That fool working with the police (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Don't bring that fool around me no more (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And to think he tried to sell me some glo (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Good thing I had my head on straight (OH THAT'S CRAZY) So I'ma snake his little freak on a date (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Went straight to the mizzel, tizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I drove straight past my hizzel, dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) It's a slizzel nizzel fa shizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) On the wizzel fa dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I do a verse for a sweat suit and a G (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause it's all in the motherfucking family (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus 3x] Man it's alright, hold tight Watch out, push it on tonight It's crazy Don't hold back I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
[Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT'S CRAZY) Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love it how we huggin' the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus it's jumpin' off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man, it's alright, on tight Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no! [Chorus] [G. Dep] Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the bank don' sketched on my crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY) Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY) Some chicken won't even give me the digits (THAT'S CRAZY) Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY) Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now you don't got Permanant Scars (OH THAT'S CRAZY) You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Lights, camera, action, I'm a star (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Like yesterday, I broke a nigga's car (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT'S CRAZY) See, I'm thirsty, still lookin' for cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus to end] |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Verse 1:
You've always been right there to let me know everything's alright Whenever darkness came my way You were my light I wanna thank You for the difference in my life Can't even count the reasons why ( ohhh I) Refrain: I lift you up and praise Your name You gave me strength to see another day When I was lost, You helped me find my way When it seems I can t face another day( That's when I call on.....) Chorus: You-- In time trouble, faced with struggle I call no one but .. You-- When Im feelin lonely, no one around me still I call on .. You-- You always placed Your arms around me when I needed.. You-- Thats why I sing this song to tell You Lord I do love You Verse 2: You are the only one who keeps on blessing me At times, I thought that I was blind You helped me see (Oh ho) And I can never pay You back for all You've done Thats why I serve You faithfully and never give You up I lift you up and praise Your name You gave me strength to see another day When I was lost you helped find my way When it seems I cant face another day That's when I call on.. Chorus Refrain: Knock and He will answer The lord will make a way He's worthy of his praise I know life is worth living Becasue of you Jesus, I always call on You Chorus (3x) during second time altos say(Lord i love you: love you) Ending (4x) Boys say: All I wanna do Girls echo: All I wanna do I Boys echo :is to keep lovin you Girls echo: is to keep lovin you |
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from Puff Daddy - Press Play (2006)
Diddy:
Can you feel me Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it ooh yeah On the dance floor Yeah yeah yeah Lets play a game On the dance floor (Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah Let's play a game Let's pretend for a second You don't know who I am or what I do Let's just put it to the side I can feel your heart beating I can hear you breathing Look into your eyes Trying to see into your mind See into your soul See, no limits to the levels Me and you can go When it's me, I take control But it's something about you That makes me wanna change I like the way you dancing And the way you play the game I like the way you take away the pain The way you tell me that you want it Not saying a thing The way you got me going Got me going outta brains I see us going at it Going in and out of them lanes I don't want your innocence I don't want you to stutter I don't want a commitment I don't want you to suffer I don't want your number Baby, I want you to wonder I want you to come up Looking like something you wanna [Christina Aguilera:] Tell me, what you thinking about When you got me waitng patiently And usually, I don't have to wait for nobody But there's something about you That really got me feeling weak And I'm trying to find the words to speak Boy, I got my eyes on you Tell me what you wanna do I can picture you in my room Until the morning I don't even know your name Boy, I need to know your name I'm hoping that you feel the same Tell me if you want it I know you're gonna like it (I know) So tell me how you want it (Tell me) And you don't have to fight it (You don't) Cause baby you're invited (Baby) I know you're gonna like it (I know) So tell me how you want it (Tell me) And you don't have to fight it (You don't) Cause baby you're invited (Baby) [Diddy:] You're dreams fullfilled You're rockin with the best - put your limits to the test You're pulsating, your heart is beating outta your chest You're hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath (Don't stop) I'm the first, I'm the next, I'm the end I'm the boss, in your thoughts, that'll make your mind bend Look how I approach you, look how I expose you The - every move, now I know you I don't wanna control you, I wanna console you And do everything that I told you Get high with me, come touch the sky with me Fly with me, see life with new eyes with me (Don't stop) I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast I'm the last thing your eyes see The passion's inside me, it's yours Now come try me, c'mon [Christina Aguilera:] Tell me, what you thinking about When your hands is all on me Cause I've been thinking about All the possibilities Ain't no other place that I really wanna be Cause you're sweepin' me off my feet Boy, I got my eyes on you Tell me what you wanna do I can picture you in my room Until the morning I don't even know your name Boy, I need to know your name I'm hoping that you feel the same Tell me if you want it [Hook:] I know you're gonna like it (I know) So tell me how you want it (Tell me) And you don't have to fight it (You don't) Cause baby you're invited (Baby) I know you're gonna like it (I know) So tell me how you want it (Tell me) And you don't have to fight it (Baby you're invited) Cause baby you're invited (Baby) [Bridge: Christina Aguilera] I got a selection of the positions of affection With no pressure So tell me Tell me how you want it, tell me how you want it babe I got a selection of the positions of affection With no pressure So tell me Tell me how you want it Tell me how you want it babe Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it Do that shit do that shit do it |
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from Beyonce - Crazy In Love [single] (2003)
Out of all the guys that approach me Walking up to me like they know me Your were the one that stayed aside Waited a while and took your time You don't know how impressing Your curiosity was to me It was the 4th day of July Looked in my eyes and saw that I I wanted more than just a man I needed a friend Someone I can talk to someone Who really listens When you touched my hand the sun got brighter then Trusting you I closed my eyes and felt our love begin summertime When we fell in love It was the summertime Heaven shined on us it was the summertime Baby there is nothing like the summertime Summertime Now it's been a year and were closer Fall in love again when I hold ya I know that God set you aside for me And now you are my prize Wanna grow old witcha And fill our house with your pictures Have a son for you A little girl for me Together we'll raise a family I wanted more than just a man I needed a friend Someone I can talk to someone who really listens When you touched my hand the sun got brighter then Trusting you I closed my eyes and felt our love begin summertime When we fell in love it was the summertime Heaven shined on us it was the summertime Baby there is nothing like the summertime Summertime It was the summertime When we fell in love it was the summertime Heaven shined on us it was the summertime Baby there is nothing like the summertime Summertime |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!! (I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's |
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from P. Diddy - Diddy/ Featuring The Neptunes [single] (2005)
Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!! (Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!! (I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G. Dep] Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
I remember what you said to me, when you said it to me last night
we was talkin', and you reassured me everythings fine When I woke up this morning to get some loving from you I turned to one side, to my suprise, I wasn't layin' next to you(mmmm) Why don't you get closed to me, I thought it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete(so complete) While you handlin' me this way, what was it? you was talkin yesterday, yesterday, I could say, I seemed to be so complete, so complete *Went away, you said nothing you didn't, no kiss, no lovin' you didn't, it's a shame, but it brings about the weak in me, brings about the weak in me you didn't, spend a lifetime with me you didn't, share things I wan'na see you didn't, when ever your around me it's so complete So I waited, and I wanted, 'cause I knew you would come Hours 1, hour 2, hour, 3 hours, not at all If I'm dreaming, wake me up 'Cause I just about had enough, I had enough I can not see, how would you ever let this happen to me I still belive, that it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete So complete, so complete If you saying that you need to leave, then be a man about it and step to me, step to me, tell me please and without me it's so complete, so complete *Repeat Won't you tell me right now what you want from me(what you want from me) 'Cause it's been too long that you've held it in baby(held it in, oh) Thought you where the one but, you just played me(you know you played me) Now I feel that I'm so incomplete, yeah *Repeat (with different variations) Please, give me the respone I need I want you to complete me, oh baby Please, give me all the lovin' I need Promise you will complete me, oh baby Baby, what more can I say 'Cause I want you to tell me What it is you wanna do 'Cause I want'a be with you (be with you...) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I remember what you said to me, when you said it to me last night we was talkin', and you reassured me everythings fine When I woke up this morning to get some loving from you I turned to one side, to my suprise, I wasn't layin' next to you (mmmm) Why don't you get closed to me, I thought it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete (so complete) While you handlin' me this way, what was it? you was talkin yesterday, yesterday, I could say, I seemed to be so complete, so complete <i>[Chorus]</i> Went away, you said nothing you didn't, no kiss, no lovin' you didn't, it's a shame, but it brings about the weak in me, brings about the weak in me you didn't, spend a lifetime with me you didn't, share things I wan'na see you didn't, when ever your around me it's so complete <i>[Verse 2]</i> So I waited, and I wanted, 'cause I knew you would come Hours 1, hour 2, hour, 3 hours, not at all If I'm dreaming, wake me up 'Cause I just about had enough, I had enough I can not see, how would you ever let this happen to me I still belive, that it was supposed to be Me and you, you and me, so complete So complete, so complete If you saying that you need to leave, then be a man about it and step to me, step to me, tell me please and without me it's so complete, so complete <i>[Repeat Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Won't you tell me right now what you want from me (what you want from me) 'Cause it's been too long that you've held it in baby (held it in, oh) Thought you where the one but, you just played me (you know you played me) Now I feel that I'm so incomplete, yeah <i>[Repeat Chorus (with different variations)]</i> <i>[Verse 4]</i> Please, give me the respone I need I want you to complete me, oh baby Please, give me all the lovin' I need Promise you will complete me, oh baby Baby, what more can I say 'Cause I want you to tell me What it is you wanna do 'Cause I want'a be with you (be with you...) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
(COUGHING)
P. Diddy~ Yo, this is the chronic Cherri Dennis~ Naw, thats that Purple Hayes nigga P. Diddy~ I like that shit |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house little garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama The diamond fellow, mami hello Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow Pull off your top make it shake like Jello DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor! Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! Well strip down! (work) Show me some more! (work) Is that all you got?! (work) You got to make me believe it girl! (work) C'MON NOW!! I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now you're braining it Lookin like your little sister came that painted it Slick, like calamari tentacles Staring at my chain |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
yo what up.. the shiny suit man.. i know u'v heard my name before..
u know where ther was up the mountains.. other rappers or u know.. other locks.. or u know whoever else wanna say.. my name is the shiny suit man.. but they not wanna say my goverment name.. my goverment name is shon carles.. shon john carles.. some of u may even know me as.. puffy.. puff daddy or p diddy.. but i just wanna get the record straight.. that when they talking about the shiny suit man.. they talking about me.. and i own this 500 million dollar shiny suit.. n oh ya.. next time say my name.. if u really a man just call on shiny suit man!! haha.. |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop] [Nelly] (P. Diddy) We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (haha) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on (yea) Just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun [P. Diddy] Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go [Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy) Hey girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer? I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me A thug is we then it's only two G I like the cocky bow legged ones Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians Shake it for Nelly son Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Everybody and their hootchies When you do it do it well {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} [Chorus] [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather [Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly) Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Mama I like how you dance The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh) Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly) Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking [Chorus] [Bridge: Nelly] Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) [Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop] |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history baby) Bend them trucks We do it for fun (haha) Stack them bucks We do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on (yea) Just like (I believe you cool to this) We do it for fun If you see me ma We do it for fun Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack Let's Go Hey girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer? I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh) Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on) I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me A thug is we then it's only two G I like the cocky bow legged ones Like white and Dominicans Hispanics and Asians Shake it for Nelly son Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell Everybody and their hootchies When you do it do it well {*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*} [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor) Get that money honey act like you know (like you know) Mama I like how you dance The way you fit in them pants (Uh) Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh) You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?) It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh) Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mike still on Yo, I'm the big booty type I like them thick with their mind right (Awe) Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw) I'm not hard I've got women to handle that They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap I'm just a juvenile (Wha) Because I be about G's Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money) Man, I'm that damn hungry See I'm starving like Marvin girl I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking [Nelly] Let me see you take it off [P. D.] Girl go and take it off [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low [Nelly] We can even do it slow [P. D.] We can even do it slow [Nelly] Take it where you want to go [P. D.] Take it where you want to go [Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor [P. D.] Pop something move something Shake ya tail feather Oh no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[singing by India]
Sabes bien que fue un enga~o lo que me hiciste fue un pecado asi mismo me enga~aste (~ substituted for the spanish n) translation: You know well it was a lie what you did to me was a sin that's the way you betrayed me.... Verse One: Puff Daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can spend all day and chill, all night Come sleep with the king, peep what I bring Every few weeks it's a bigger size ring Carats ain't nuttin when the cabbage ain't nuttin I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin You can never need for nuttin, only one pipe Would you like to go to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife? Am I moving fast? It could happen real soon Thousand dollar shoes, dance in ballrooms You know the dress, that got the party impressed You'll only wear it one time, cause the world is mine I try to address it, but you never get the message You the water in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing) Mami ven aqui, I wanna be your papi chulo can't you see? (mi amor) Baby I need you conmigo Your style is my steelo te necesito aqui (te necesito yo a ti, te amo) Baby come to me (2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy Her name is Carmen, she live down in Spanish Harlem And I think I have the key to her secret garden When I seen her, I used to want to beg her pardon But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart And when she walked by, I would panic, even though I was cool with her pops Lou, the mechanic Went to school with her brother, that's right I never could build up the words to express how I loved her Long hair, pretty face, slim waist The kind that you marry and take to another place [India sings again] and exchange vows, spend thous Make love in a hot tub, where there's a hot towel She'll be loyal without being spoiled You can shuck all you want but she's still gonna ignore you Makes no sense to say mira Cause bet she won't turn him around, she's my senorita Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy I rock regular clothes, as well as Gucci too And if you don't believe me, ask Groovy Loo You're beautiful, so I stay true to you I think you oughta see things like Bermuda boo No cooperation, got me walkin around pacin Patient, waitin for my day of penetration Your relationships is bullshit, your man is a prick with a little bit of bricks and a whip baby Please, I got plenty of V's What you want the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5 That's when I opened my eyes I was dreamin, damn it was all a surprise But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill Yet still gotta keep this one concealed Even though I never got a chance to meet her I still need her, cause she's my senorita Chorus *Puffy talking over the chorus* *India sings her part from the beginning again* Chorus *woman singing, man talking* |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
All I want is somebody who's gonna love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me * - [R. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do No he'll never make love to you like I do So give it to me Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do Is just to satisfy you [Puffy] When it hurt I ease the pain girl, caress your frame Get them worries off your brain girl, I'm in your corner Do what you want, it's your thing girl, I persist and try but We one in the same girl, it ain't a game So I can't play with you, I wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, Grow old and gray with you In good and bad times, we'll always make it through Cause what we got is true, No matter what they say to you I could straight lace you, not just appearance Stimulate your mind, strengthen your spirits Be that voice of reason when you ain't tryna hear it You want it but you fear it, But you love it when you near it Sit her on the sofa, get a little closer Touch you right, do it like a man's suppose to Knew you was the one, that's why I chose you Cause you get down for yours and ride like a soldier Repeat 1 Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy Feel emptiness inside? I can fill that void When you spend time with your woman and listen It shines more than any bagguette diamond can glisten I can't impress you with the cars and the wealth Cause any woman with will and drive can get it herself I'd rather show you it's heartfelt, Make your heart melt And prove to you You're more important than anything else Worthwhile, special like my first child When I see your face it's always like the first time Our eyes met, I knew we'd be together in a tri-jet I wanna give you things that I didn't buy yet Hold you, mold you, don't know, let me show you Ain't no tellin' what we could grow to Let it be known, I told you And I'mma be there for whatever you go through, My love's true Repeat * [R. Kelly] Don't let him sing you a sad song (No baby) Waiting for love like this too long (You don't have to wait, You don't have to wait on him, baby) All that you need I can give you (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on) I do, satisfy you (You don't have to wait on him) [Puffy] I'm the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can't breathe I'm that feeling when you can't leave Some doubt, some believe, some lie, cheat, and deceive So it's only you and me When you weak, I'll make you strong, Here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my arms so you'll never feel neglected I'll just make you aware of what we have is rare In the moment of despair, I'm the courage when you're scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be the |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..
Yeah Yeah, yeah This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) I know you can get with that, flippin through the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop (WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls) Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass) Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me (Let's go) *Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with me (flow with me) It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me (Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right) We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your world and I'm just in it (what?) It's just the way that God must have meant it Speak of the man *Repeat Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle of the flo' I want the whole stack Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling to the flo' My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n *Repeat (x2) |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[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 |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
*See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one)
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin' back to you See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one) But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And though my heart can't take no more (Uh) I can't keep runnin' back to you (Uh, uh, uh) (Here's another one, what) I think about my strength to finally get up and leave No more broken heart for me No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one) I'm lookin' like I got my head on right, so now I see No more givin' you everything There's no more takin' my love from me *Repeat I'm glad to wake up every day without you on my brain (Uh) No more where you're laid up at night No more havin' to fuss and fight I'm proud to say (And another one) That I will never make (And another one) the same mistake No more thinkin' bout what you do There's no more me runnin' back to you *Repeat Some say the X, make the sex Spec-tacular, make me lick you from ya neck To yo back, then ya, shiverin', tongue deliverin' Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If it's alright with you, we fuckin' (That's cool) Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin' in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between yo legs You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to yo mother's bed At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle Now I know you used to suites at the Parker Meridian Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends You must be used to me cryin', cryin' While you're out bumpin' and grindin' (And another one) But I'm leavin' you tonight See, my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep running back to you You must be used to me cryin', cryin' (Uh, and another one) While you're out bumpin' and grindin' But I'm leavin' you tonight (Uh, and another one) |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that Standin' around lookin' cool and shit I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up And have some motherfuckin' fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we procced to give you what you need [Notorious B.I.G] Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need * - On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gon' act wit my nigga? Just remember there's a gun to your dome And I will lick shots and run through your home Or better yet I put your son to the chrome Turn the music up and unplug the phone I will kill him, read my lips You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga I want the stash, keys, hash, Weed, G's motherfucker, freeze Cock sucker, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's Fuck that, fuck that What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin' To us, um pardon me, my bad I shoulda known Ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to m |
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from Hip-Hop Pre-Cleared Compilation (2008)
Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she love Tupac but hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites Said her man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love? She gets the paper when it's time to get it on She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Taster's choice, have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction, cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover, when you know it's on mine that's on top, lap dancin got to stop You play out your chick cause your game is hot I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6 You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin Use my chips and take the next man shoppin Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and your elbows each and every time That's why I love you mami, you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby Work me out Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all souped up, but played it just right Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear It's a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah Keep it jinglin, no more minglin A brand new year, me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn' Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back Got it all figured out, mami I like that Collect tips, cop his and her whips The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
[cheering]
Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer , Harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon do now? Sorry, let's go CHORUS: P Diddy Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody) We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado) You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest [Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure , mo morals Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the death, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck CHORUS [Black Rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough You'd be the same baby CHORUS [P Diddy] Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don Fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here CHORUS 2X |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(feat. P. Diddy)
[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes) Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (let's do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay) I'm the man (let's go) and no one else Rrraah, rraah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam [Busta] (Puff) Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [P. Diddy] Yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*) |
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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(feat. P. Diddy)
[P.Diddy] w/ (Busta Rhymes) Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (let's do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay) I'm the man (let's go) and no one else Rrraah, rraah [Busta Rhymes] Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam [Busta] (Puff) Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?) There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about [P. Diddy] See, we serious wit it, they ain't nothin to joke about [Busta] And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on [Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy] [Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier [Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan) [Busta] We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong) The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours [Diddy] It's the law for me to get in ya drawers I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a porshe [Busta] We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn) Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost What you can do is [Chorus] [Hook: Busta] Five thousand boomin watts I got a thousand karats all over my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [Diddy] Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? [Busta] Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy (Excuse me bus-a-bus) Full control of the city, if you aint know [Diddy] By the way, the name is Puff It aint my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to.. [Busta] The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker And the game we trust Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must Flipmode! [Chorus 2x] [P. Diddy] Yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck Straight up, I just need to know Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, I got no time today (Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?) With all this work I got no time to play (OK) Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play, then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open and I read it, it said [G-Dep] What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with a gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear he's due You just do what need doin' Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one [Puffy] OK, good Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Stand around all day wishin' they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens Head was mean, had a head for schemes Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her [Female] Hey yo, what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix With sun cats that say they real But they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed [Puffy] Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if it's wrong, make it right Not tommorow, tonight They barkin', I know the bite Jumped in the B-N-Z Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me See, I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town Ride around for a minute Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings Interrupted by a cell ring Yeah yeah [Female] Hey Boo come and get me, I'm here [Puffy] Where? [Female] Teterboro Give me a few It was like I flew But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew Pulled up around 2, late like I do With the urge to bug She gave me a nervous hug And when I heard the slugs What I saw in the blur was thugs Tryin' to soak my fur with blood Dropped to the curb and ducked Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car Like "How I'm gon' get out this shit?" These niggas don't know what they about to get A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail Bust my gun at three and one fell The other two, waitin' to see what I'mma do [G-Dep] Hope you brought your arms Cuz you're gonna need 'em to hold me [Puffy] Peeped around the car slowly Then I let 'em have the whole wheat Man there's six million ways to die And you chose me, but I'm an OG And in the distance is police I'm still bustin', tryin' to kill something And I can't hide the fact that I peeled something I feel this thing, like in a minute I won't feel a thing The two cats jumped in the blue Ac' I fired one shot, they fired two back They murked off in the night I get them fools back, man they ain't seen the last of me But I'm bleeding rapidly Shot up in the stomach and that wasn't how it had to be Heartbeat failin', car alarm wailin' Couldn't walk straight then the firearm failed Now I'm thinkin' how this bitch played me Then I faded |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puff Daddy In Child's Voice]
Uncle Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, I got no time today (Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?) With all this work I got no time to play (OK) Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play, then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe What they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, It's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open and I read it, it said [G-Dep] What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with a gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear he's due You just do what need doin' Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one [Puffy] OK, good Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Stand around all day wishin' they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens Head was mean, had a head for schemes Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her [Female] Hey yo, what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix With sun cats that say they real But they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, With his dick robbed [Puffy] Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if it's wrong, make it right Not tommorow, tonight They barkin', I know the bite Jumped in the B-N-Z Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me See, I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town Ride around for a minute Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings Interrupted by a cell ring Yeah yeah [Female] Hey Bo |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Hurricane G]
Hey yo Puff, check this out pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin on em Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like, "Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice" I said yo, the brother dont swear He nice he knows he nice You public enemy number one right now But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit [Puff Daddy] Let's go That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see But you wanna be you ain't shit to me Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart I've seen em come and I've seen em part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer, duck or you'll catch these On the spot, red dots make em all believe Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these See I do the things that they can't achieve So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing Bets on that you'll be disgracing More hotter than the sun I'm living on the run Because i'm public enemy number one Chorus: One,One,One,One,One One,One,One,One,One [Puff Daddy] Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the bentley? Is it my house or maybe its all three I just came up and you're all against me Now ask yourself, why is he number one? Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one Always with God and I don't swing solo Never back down when I gotta throw dolo Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though Pretty young things wanna have my photo One in the room hangin' on the wall In rememberance that I rocked 'em all Got no time for those that think small Grill me in the club cause they can't ball Hate shot callers Hate them ballers Back in control now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun Cause they got me public enemy number one Chorus [Puff Daddy] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers Wanna infiltrate and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes Keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New York mayor Before you try me, you better say your prayers My word to the wise is: "Do not cry" You know that i'm gone then say don't die I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme Thought it was over but I crept from behind Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind Almost 2000 and running out of time Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine Soldiers in position all on the front line Don't make a move t |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
Yeah (x3)
Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right) It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right) Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right) I fuck with niggas but it's something about y'all (uh huh) Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all (c'mon) I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah) See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right) I been doin it, coke I been movin it Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch You hit the block, prolly lose your whip Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh) So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit *See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown) Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run) Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah) Don't flop, what we just too large (oh) *Repeawt Let's get, one thing clear (that's right) Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon) Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah) Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh) Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go) Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah) Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right) Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh) Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin y'all still sleepin and we still eatin Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right) Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon) Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 몁 (yeah) I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that) (C'mon) (Let's go) *Repeat (x2) Aiyo, besides all the money and riches Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon) But not me, I'm too cocky I love when the women scream 밐ey Papi?(that's right) I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon) And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah) Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right) Son we multiply, nigga we don't die Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what) But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon) Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah) The judge said 뱊ot guilty?and he ain't lie (he ain't lie) Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon) So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah) C'mon, man (let's go) *Repeat (x4) We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin) They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop) No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon) The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery but the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Puff Daddy] NOTORIOUS! C'mon.. we are, we are NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is.. he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses [Puff Daddy] C'mon y'all.. NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. (what's his name) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Lil' Kim] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! [Puff Daddy] She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah NOTORIOUS! NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) and he won't stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Damn
I would have never thought it ever woulda been like this Life is crazy God -- please watch over my family Please protect em Forgive my enemies -- for they know not what they do Please Lord -- forgive me for my sins, and protect me from evil For thou art the kingdom, the power, and the glory Now and forever In your name we pray Amen |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Damn
I would have never thought it ever woulda been like this Life is crazy God -- please watch over my family Please protect em Forgive my enemies -- for they know not what they do Please Lord -- forgive me for my sins, and protect me from evil For thou art the kingdom, the power, and the glory Now and forever In your name we pray Amen |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Here we go again
Yeah, that's right Here we go again Ha Ha, yeah This is the remix Back together again Let's go Mary [Mary] All the love we gave The loving that we made Then you went away (that's right) So I had to pray See a brighter day Cause silence let us pray Now I'm moving on to get away from all this pain [Chorus] I feel (I feel) Better than I felt before (so much better) Cause there's no more drama knocking at my door I feel Better than I felt before Cause there's no more drama in my life no more No More No More No More [Diddy] This is the remix I like this, come'on [Mary] It's looking better now A brand new love I found I finially figured out What love is all about And now I'm on my way And all I have to say Is there'll be no crying and I truely believe that [Chorus] [Bridge] It's time To realize (people it's time) It's up To you and I Love is what you make it If you don't give up the fight All this really means Assuring me Believe in all you dream [P. Diddy] Eh yo Mary I don't think they ready for this one Yo it's the D I D again, D to the weezy Been in the game twelve years it ain't easy Been in dem things got game that so breezy Spendin' them things with a chain that's so freezy Please believe me, TV need me As far as the CD, pump that on GP What's the 411 hun, it's PD MJB collabo with BB Period, no question no comma Your hearing is no vest and no armour Bring it to cats like Bush to Osama Sippin on vu, make moves and no scama Word to my mama Can't deal with the trama That why a nigga stay in the Bahamas Laying in pajamas Two sexy mamas Bodyguards, topguns, two extra lamas I don't want no drama [Chorus: 2x] No more, no more, no more No more drama y'all It's so hard But I got to say No more,I said no more, no more No more, no more, no more [Diddy] This is the remix Mary J Blige No more drama BadBoy bady Diddy, Yellowman, Hitmen |
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from Cassie - Must Be Love (feat. Puff Daddy) (Single) (2009)
[Diddy:]
You feel it uh It must be love haha yeah it feels like love You know how we do Stimulate my heart surrender my mind Look at to my eyes if forever you fine Bad boy turn good how could it be true And all thru my pain how could it be you How could it be new How could it be my key the way its do How could it be as me as pursue about the ghetto wise do About getting a night job just for keeping my mind grounded in you and in all that jazz what else can make a nigga spin doles cash A chick with a face A chick with a little skinny waist A chick with a mind A matching nice taste plus I got the mind to snatch you like way Why you wanna tie me up like regains reverse the poops as long you gotta Little high heels on its on [Cassie:] This is something I never wanted Since I met you I’ve been on it I think about you all the time Can get you of my mind I know this can’t be love (I know this can’t be love) But baby it must be love (But baby it must be love) Thinking of going All of the way I wanna show you but I’m afraid I know you say it’s all of me Maybe tonight I let you see Couldn’t this be love (I know this must be love) But baby it must be love (I know it must be love) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily But I can’t even fight that you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) I heard you whisper something to me Hold me close now baby don’t leave Emotions taking over Some things controlling me I know this can’t be love ( I know this can’t be love) But baby it must be love (But baby it must be love) What am I feeling its getting stronger And I can’t hold it back for much longer All though we trynna be cool it’s all because of you I know this can’t be love (I know this must be love) But baby it must be love ( Baby it must be love) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily But I can’t even fight that you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) [Diddy:] Nah nah in a minute I must have check myself to the psycho I’m going crazy and I don’t know what I’m fighting for See it’s too easy to run from this and my mind says I can’t really Fu** with this trynna resist but every passion and kiss blow my mind Like a terrorist you can be mine one some forever shit I’m a treat believer trynna be tough but the look in your face it’s so delicate It’s Something you do if you got me in trance you got me running and doing shit I aint used to doing (that’s right) thinking bout a chance Maybe a slow dance maybe we hold hands for our coats and friends (keep going) Go diving on beaches with white diamonds in the sand then we hand gliding over can. And then you can be my number one fan and I could be your love In the club for as long as this song lasts [Cassie:] The way you make me feel is got me crazy Tell me what you doing tonight I’ll be there Take a ride with you homie Ohh when you know I giving my love Boy I so glad that you’re mine (you are mine) Do you wanna spend some time with me Don’t wanna give in to you so easily (don’t wanna give in) (don’t wanna fight in) But I can’t even fight that (you make me so weak) you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me (yes I like it) But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily (don’t wanna give in) (don’t wanna fight in) But I can’t even fight that (you make me so weak) you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me (yes I like it) But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) |
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from Best R&B Vol.2 (2009)
[Diddy:]
You feel it uh It must be love haha yeah it feels like love You know how we do Stimulate my heart surrender my mind Look at to my eyes if forever you fine Bad boy turn good how could it be true And all thru my pain how could it be you How could it be new How could it be my key the way its do How could it be as me as pursue about the ghetto wise do About getting a night job just for keeping my mind grounded in you and in all that jazz what else can make a nigga spin doles cash A chick with a face A chick with a little skinny waist A chick with a mind A matching nice taste plus I got the mind to snatch you like way Why you wanna tie me up like regains reverse the poops as long you gotta Little high heels on its on [Cassie:] This is something I never wanted Since I met you I’ve been on it I think about you all the time Can get you of my mind I know this can’t be love (I know this can’t be love) But baby it must be love (But baby it must be love) Thinking of going All of the way I wanna show you but I’m afraid I know you say it’s all of me Maybe tonight I let you see Couldn’t this be love (I know this must be love) But baby it must be love (I know it must be love) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily But I can’t even fight that you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) I heard you whisper something to me Hold me close now baby don’t leave Emotions taking over Some things controlling me I know this can’t be love ( I know this can’t be love) But baby it must be love (But baby it must be love) What am I feeling its getting stronger And I can’t hold it back for much longer All though we trynna be cool it’s all because of you I know this can’t be love (I know this must be love) But baby it must be love ( Baby it must be love) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily But I can’t even fight that you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) [Diddy:] Nah nah in a minute I must have check myself to the psycho I’m going crazy and I don’t know what I’m fighting for See it’s too easy to run from this and my mind says I can’t really Fu** with this trynna resist but every passion and kiss blow my mind Like a terrorist you can be mine one some forever shit I’m a treat believer trynna be tough but the look in your face it’s so delicate It’s Something you do if you got me in trance you got me running and doing shit I aint used to doing (that’s right) thinking bout a chance Maybe a slow dance maybe we hold hands for our coats and friends (keep going) Go diving on beaches with white diamonds in the sand then we hand gliding over can. And then you can be my number one fan and I could be your love In the club for as long as this song lasts [Cassie:] The way you make me feel is got me crazy Tell me what you doing tonight I’ll be there Take a ride with you homie Ohh when you know I giving my love Boy I so glad that you’re mine (you are mine) Do you wanna spend some time with me Don’t wanna give in to you so easily (don’t wanna give in) (don’t wanna fight in) But I can’t even fight that (you make me so weak) you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me (yes I like it) But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) Don’t wanna give in to you so easily (don’t wanna give in) (don’t wanna fight in) But I can’t even fight that (you make me so weak) you make me so weak And I can’t understand what you doing to me (yes I like it) But I like it (I like it) I like it (I like it) |
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from The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems [single] (2005)
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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from Dirty Money - Love Come Down [single] (2009)
(dirty money crew)
Yo...yea! (show'em how to move and show'em how to move and show'em how to move And show'em how to, show'em how to, show'em how to move and show'em hhow to move and show'em how to move in a room full of roaches) Yo...yea! dis dat dirty money Yea! dis is dirty money (verse one-kaleena) Babe....i wanna wake up in the morning to yo face And for th one you love im staring at you again And tell me deep down that you feel the same The same way..(the same way) Ooh babe...i know within my heart my love dont change Thats why im play-in along with yo game All dis shit here gotme feelin strange Ooohhhh bbbaaaabbbeee!!!!!! (chrous) You make my love come down You make my love come down I feel you love me now I feel you love me now You make my love come down You make my love come down I feel you love me now I feel you love me now (dis is dirty money) (verse two-dawn) Babe.....you got me caught up in dis love game The funny thing is dat I dont mind playin Im in it for the win so what you sayin Im ready...(im ready) Ooh babe!....my hearts all overloaded and your the blame Lookin for a future ith you babe Willing to give me your last name Oooooo bbbaaabbbbeeee!!!!!! (chorus) (verse three-diddy) London,paris,where we goin next shit I dont know, what planet would you suggest? Wherever we go you just bring a lil dress And i'll just take care of all the rest I feel like affection, im givin you the best I underestimated im the greatest one left So if you ready to fly you beta take a deep breath I put you in the sky and take yo heart up out yo chest Now yo got me goin in...we can sit up n da sun until yo skin change Now what yo really know about ownin a big plane Landin on the auto bars poppin champaign..aint dat a damn shame Come on (bridge) I wanna feel all I can feel I wanna love I know is real I cant believe this is happenin to me Baby right here is here I wanna be....oo (chorus) You make my love come down You make my love come down I feel you love me now I feel you love me now You make my love come down (dirty money crew) I feel you love me now (diddy) (i aint finished wit cha) Now the funny thing is dat the world stops spinnin when my energy in the air you could sail the world twice and never compare Been around the world so many times da I got my own metals fair Now london, paris,where we goin now I dont know what planet would you suggest? Wherever we go yo jusbring a lil dress And i'll just take care of all the rest(dirty money come on) (kaleena) (love me down)baby can you love me down (can you ge me off)baby can you get me off (repeat while diddy talks and it fades) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest Hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again, thats whats happenin' Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it *Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U-double E-N-Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame respect the game When you hanging on my arm you expect the same And, extasy when you sex the Kain I, only link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now, you can run but you can never hide But, where you go when the temperature rise It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes Kain Cioffe the next on the rise Damagin' shit hot stamina split You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip Money, music women son we standin' in it HA! *Repeat Yo, yo, yo, yo Don't panic, don't take this for granted I did then still do and always ran it A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain The shit I spit...burn flames Who's controllin' this I can make the bitches grin Cuz I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man Get a grip niggas *Repeat (On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (x2) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, P. Diddy - The Saga Continues... (2001)
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do When you ready? Shit I was born ready And I was already on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya? Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty; put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit 'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen *Make this money, take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal Front but you lookin Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin with the game when I sewed it Since you came thought I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking? Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him with my man's type proper Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it 'fore we take off make sure you all seated In Billboard read it, believe it *Repeat Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter Bet I flow straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order" Put the high score up Then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon *Repeat I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing Act like you gon' pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent "A" block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it (He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) *Repeat (x3) |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
(Hook)
Last night, I couldn’t even get an answer I tried to call, But my pride wouldn’t let me down And i’m sittin here, With this blank expression And the way i feel, I wanna curl up like a child… (intro) I know you can hear me I know you can feel me I can’t live with out you God please make me better i wish i wasn’t the way i am (verse 1) If i told you once, I told you twice. You can see it in my eyes. I’m all cried out, With nothing to say. Your everything i wanted to be. (pre hook) If you could only see, Your heart belongs to me. I love you so much. I’m longing for your touch. Come and set me free Forever yours i’ll be Baby won’t you come And take my pain away yay (hook) Last night, I couldn’t even get an answer I tried to call, But my pride wouldn’t let me down And i’m sittin here, With this blank expression And the way i feel, I wanna curl up like a child… (verse 1) I need you and you need me This is so plain to see And i will never let you go, no And i will always love you so I will (pre hook) If you could only see, Your heart belongs to me. I love you so much. I’m longing for your touch. Come and set me free Forever yours i’ll be Baby won’t you come And take my pain away yay (hook) Last night, I couldn’t even get an answer I tried to call, But my pride wouldn’t let me down And i’m sittin here, With this blank expression And the way i feel, I wanna curl up like a child… (bridge) Tell me what words to say To make you come back Don’t break me like that And if it matters I’d rather stay home With you i’m never alone Don’t want to wait till your gone Whatever you do Just don’t leave me (hook) Last night, I couldn’t even get an answer I tried to call, But my pride wouldn’t let me down And i’m sittin here, With this blank expression And the way i feel, I wanna curl up like a child… (verse 3) I need you and you need me This is so plain to see And i will never let you go And i will always love you so I will (pre hook) If you could only see, Your heart belongs to me. I love you so much. I’m longing for your touch. Come and set me free Forever yours i’ll be Baby won’t you come And take my pain away yay (hook) Last night, I couldn’t even get an answer I tried to call, But my pride wouldn’t let me down And i’m sittin here, With this blank expression And the way i feel, I wanna curl up like a child… You’re just angry inside But ya gotta dial my number Because you love me baby You love me baby |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Nas] Yo, Yo
[Puffy] Gansta, Gansta [Nas] Gansta Yo [Puffy] That's Right [Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas [Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, They deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum And the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that * - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker] Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill niggas If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust [Beanie Sigel] You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, The realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, Looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower When you gaurd your soap I done seen the biggest Nigga's in the yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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