Styles P
My click is in it til itz over, never sober, bustin over
Layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover, pray to Jehovah
For the nigga with the Ruger, the young Don of Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the fo pound to the tussle
Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz runnin round, gettin down like motherfuckin gorillas
Shorty bop the Wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black Im tryin to live, somethin gotta give
But everydays the same old runnin from po-po
Mom think Im loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
Yo, itz the Style see itz still the same
And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane
Papi know my face so he dont expect it
But Im from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
He just another motherfucker aint no love in him
I put a bug in him never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
Itz the D to the E, M to the O N
Blowin steady playin shotgun, oh and
Dont you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Dont make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo gat, fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine
From yo dome to yo motherfuckin spine

Chorus (Puff Daddy)
I be, that nigga that yo niggaz cant fuck wit
That nigga that yo bitches wanna creep wit
That nigga that you cant get along wit
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin money gameplan
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Sheek Louch
Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet?
When you increase the peace, the mo wild it get
Im only sizin you niggaz from the waist up
And I aint, wettin no parts you cant touch with makeup
Mr. Jacob without the Ladder
It dont matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup nobody badder
Since the, baby finksta,
I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blown to Hong Kong's why been long gone
Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
Worldwide while you simply thugged where you lived at

Chorus (Puff Daddy)

Jadakiss
You don't really wanna get involved, with the Lox car
Tellers, Goodfellas thatz who we are
You cant outsell us it aint shit you could tell us
Jealous dog cause we spread like relish
Bad Boys and we all eat together
When it go down, then we draw heat together
Since I made the connection with the big man
I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the Big Land
Ghetto star, president you are gift wrapped
And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that
Enjoy life what are you sayin?
If the DA aint got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin
Anything to do with money you can count J in
Next time we bring it to these faggots we aint playin
Cream of the crop and we aint never gonna stop
Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox