A yo Puff, check this out, I'm tired of of fuckin dictacting on these mutherfuckers. Let's take it to the next millennium on these niggas. You got to keep bubblin on em, platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas. A yo, I bumped into these cat an they was like, "Yeah, what's up wit that nigga Puff, he swear he nice," I said Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he nice You Public Enemy number one right now, fuck that dash spit that hydro-ghetto shit. (Puffy) Let's go That's that beat right there Who should I fear? Throw your hands in the air Socialise, get down, let your soouullll lead the way Cause I'm that enemy that you can't see What you wanna be, you ain't shit to me It ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my own dogs, they'll spit for me So if you want what's mine, you gots to have the heart I seen them come and I seen them part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer duck or you catch these On the spot, red dots make them all believe Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these See I do things that they can't achieve So don't start bassin 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 Let me ask you what you got against me Is it my girl or is the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe it's all free? I just came up and y'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 fifth of the long run? You think it's a game cause you fucked the wrong one Always with God and I don't swing solo Never back down when I got a 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 them 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 Because they got me Public Enemy number one (Chorus) All you suckers, liars, caught at the fires Wanna infiltrate and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that their not gettin A bonafide playa, now who got the flavour 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," Till you know know that I'm gone then you 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 positions, all on the front line Don't make a move till I give them the sign Known as the poetical, lyric miracle son I'm Public Enemy number one (Chorus) Yeah, yeah, that's right Puff, that's what I'm talking about love Sparklin and glistenin on these mutherfuckers These niggas talking foul like Talking about what you got and what they ain't They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down Well, fuck that they just mad Cause you got all the ladies And you pushing them Bentleys Not Mercedes, Bentleys And that's the way the story goes And that's the way the story goes
Verse One: Jay-Z Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies in something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want it all (uh uh), no lie Picture me pourin' popping something imported pedal flooring, precious bottles with Lauryn Now picture me falling... Puff Daddy: ...Never seen, never heard never happened, never occurred Now picture me flying 10,000 feet above the sea popping bubbly you'd love to be me Now picture the service in the cabin with the sweetest massage picture having ice and only want to speak to God Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished at the same time, tell me what you think matters Picture all of the money that I've gotten off tours now picture me plotting for more Chorus: Tell me do you like it (yeah) wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) wanna know what it's like in my shoes Tell me do you need it (yeah) wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) wanna know what it's like to be me Verse Two: Puff Daddy Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools straight flipping, losing my cool Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house the gun is with me, put one in your mouth Picture me dressed in white linen fucking 1,000 women slightly grinning, picture that priceless image Picture me broke as fuck on the block about to open up like OKAAAAAAY, player what's up Jay-Z: Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' at you screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?" Picture me not being that hustler dude picture the Benz a 5 and the drop not new Picture the watch ain't platinum and the rocks not blue picture y'all niggaz not knowing how I do Picture me, better yet picture you painting a better picture than the one that I drew Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Now you go through here, when you thought you done it all when what used to get you high don't get you high no more When you got a lot of cars and don't even drive no more when you're expected to win they ain't surprised no more Jay-Z: Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape how much money can one nigga make in one plate How much dough could you hold in one state how many dicks can that bitch really take Puff Daddy: Baby it's on, after the applause after all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these chicks what they after me for is it the money? The fame? The house, take it all Jay-Z The sky's the limit, but I ain't done jumping money is fast, but I ain't done running Picture me driving some wack shit picture me folding under pressure, picture that shit Chorus
Intro: Puffy To be, or not to be Chorus: Lil' Kim It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit Verse One: Puffy Ain't another crew like us, That could do like us See the world from a view like us, Still always come through like us They ain't true like us, If they only knew like us There's less than a small few like us, And they ain't pay dues like us, Never on P's and Q's like us, They don't move like us, They don't have the right to choose like us, Or get mad cause they ain't blew like us They ain't on que like us, They don't fit the shoe like us, Don't know who's who like us, (who dat?) Strangers, Ain't aware of the danger They heads up wit thoroughbred cats That knock em back to get they ac's??? They a hard case to crack, I'm a hard face to track Fast as they can test us, We flip em on they backs, like that The many men that make or break must stay together Cause together, its hard to break us Chorus: Lil Kim It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit Verse Two: Mark Curry I'm a have to warn em, You don't wanna double cross us Haven't you heard, How many got they loss with us You don't wanna force with us, Cause shit cause with us, Ain't nobody boss with us We got fours to dust It's no being better off than us And ain't a hotter source than us, And these streets ain't divorcing us We ain't got no remorse in us, Know to hold your horse with us No cuttin shorts with us, Here to stay, no abortin us No extortin us Between us, We got the mic to maime with artillery The four is all free range Who's domain When shots ring, who remains They refrain, Who walks away with the gain Us Thorough niggas thats hard to top Together, were too hard to stop Chorus: Lil' Kim It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit Verse Three: Lil' Kim Ain't a bitch like me, That can spit like me, Who could say they rich like me, They don't hold a four fifth like me, Ain't a hit like me, Nobody load the clip like me, Cut coke and flip like me Make hit after hit like me Wear the title Queen Bitch like me, Ya'll ain't good and fed like me, And ya'll don't give head like me, Plus your crew don't break bread like me, Think about it This a one shot deal Ya'll got one shot still When my gunshot peel Thats a one shot kill I'm so far ahead, Ya'll can't touch my last spread Cause most of ya'll is misled and underfed Hey, what can I say I'm a ??????? Now all aboard if you ridin my train Choo chooo I can represent they gang, Whether you from the east side (east side) Or the west side, worldwide Chorus: Lil' Kim It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit (its that gangsta shit) It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
Intro: Puffy I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit I want ya 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 fives As we procced to give you whut you need Verse One: Notorious B.I.G Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G We gots 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 niggaz don't pay the bills And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit) Columbian Dominican yea whatever Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather Two keys twenty G's nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X) 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 Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yea, yea, yea, yea I tote gats wit my nigga Clap wit my nigga Break bread then break backs wit my nigga jack wit my nigga Cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gonna act wit my nigga Just remember there is 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 dont see no bricks See I flips when I dont see no chips Yea nigga I know you in pain I dont care nigga I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze Cock sucker you better bring the things out Before i blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what Chorus 2X Verse Three: Lil' Kim Big these niggaz over here talkin shit Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz What you said speak up Cant hear ya Oh thought you were talkin to us Um pardon me my bad I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers The open surgery hearth removers Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya lungs We powerful dont think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim including your name Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to my nigga B.I.G I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E Chorus: Lil' Kim On the road to riches and diamond rings Real bitches do real things Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing Real bitches do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real bitches do real things Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing Real bitches do real things [B.I.G.] 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
Angels With Dirty Faces
Puff Daddy featuring Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone]
Let it go, let yourself go (Moments pass until cops come)
Big beef, big beefin' with the mistress
Over the backs of the lines as we grind, mutherfucker
We all livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revalations
If it don't go down now That mean that God, he was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cateye Dad, I ain't afraid to flame it back
But I hot-out fathom my album make the shelvesWe hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store, let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
This here's the bullshit like pit bulls in the bull penMake that a fine
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on, gon' get beat
He's got his badge on and now we gonna be blastin'
[Puffy]
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavinBy the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids in the biz'Baby, the industry's hell worth it
[Bizzy Bone]
1 - Oh I say, oh yeah When they come to lock you down Oh I say, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down Oh I say, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down Oh I say, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot through my stressin' and progressin'
You guessin' I seen alotThe paper's got us dressin' and impressin'We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the LordWe sin a lot
Wonderin' "Will He let me in or not?"Constantly try to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guyWho am I?
Bizzy Bone: It's P. Diddy muthafucka
Puffy:Do or die?
Bizzy Bone:Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, try smoke chicken
Tight kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell downAnd mami wants to help out
So bought the best computerYes, stress never moreFresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell him 'bout how she had clothes designersCame to help out with me
Come ride with me, provide me with a ghost slide
The weeded road, come to haunt meYou don't talk weed wit me anymore
You don't need me anymoreBelieve me bitch, yeah I've slept on the floor
Who been left before, black out, tear up the stackhouse
To the work detention or they always rat, come onCan I pick it up nowRepeat 1
Insidious, hiddious, grittiest, shit that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a miniWhen he gets beefin' with the mistress
Bitch can see that he just beatin' upEven these little kids pickin' up pennies
The niggas that fallin' in love but unsteady
But give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a pennyPretend
We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'
They been lovin' our bitch for money, you better not go now
We made flight forty our tripWhat, we want it like that, you know what I bring
[Puffy]
See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clipsWar's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
(Repeat 1 until fade)
Is This the End 2
Puff Daddy f/Twista
This is a story about two ridas,
One's from chicago, and the other is from New York
[Twista]
Now nigga what you thinking of repentence
But I'm coming back with the vengence
Running like the essense it was intense bottom was the end
I bring these motherfuckers like sentence
What its been sin let me not go deep in the story
But douple up free when Im rapping got me going up in the zone
Then let my niggas and bitches dat heard a nigga and how it happened
Got thrown in it you remember I was crazy in the shoulder
When I praised to be holder hit a man
Like a crusier within a range with the rover
Instead of you feeling strange to a soldier
Me and puff dropped in the parking lot
I already found the key so lets crawl on the floor
But I decided to rob but we still tracked
I have found a shop I gotta bust that hoe who you gotta drive
I'ma let the M.O.L.L. ride blast when you crash through the exit
You still alive but our oppersition gotta die when it goes in the zone
To the next shit when the car speed stomp I blast my heat on
Guns cocked I'ma winshield thats us should of been killed
Kept shootin till I see his dirty face do a windmill
Startin cashin for mojin now we frozen aint nobody here holding
Been in th staples kind of golden now we doulging no niggas have roading
They started coming at us with high tec shit
Theres so much a mac can do but you know what we got to do
Dont get in the wind cause this is the end of chapter 2 they coming after you
(Chorus)
Living my life on the run, wit these niggas coming after me
Is this the way that it has to beI cant tell these dreams from reality
Now I'm not afraid to die so it really doesn't matter to me
It just might be my destiny I hope you niggaz is ready for me
[Puff Daddy]
So my whole empire crumbling into pieces as the trouble increases
Escape as feces when the car speed releases I'm on the run like Jesus
First chapter was sadness but this one is madness killas on our ass
Plus a few goodie bags is where we write fashions
Now see whos the fastest stop cross streets like a will C
Hit the curb but some still swear damn they aint no brakes
I feel like the "enemy of the state" we on the run like Will Smith
But this is some real shit so the car wont slow down
I had to crash through a window neva shook but now we gonna come
With the showdown didnt know what we was in for
Somehow someway we gotta get the ammunition for dumb play
Now I hear somebody recache motherfuckers gotta get away
T(twista) lets go this a-way through the ally
But these niggas cant star me Im askin the bell and taxi
Betta shake for the kennedythey cant catch me
There in 20 minutes exactly get tickets for the first airline
First flight out just suffer the hardcore can you tell whats going for me
Me and T on the plane on our way to chicago
When we landed an old head a cop yelled freeze take a seat
We have captured you nigga you know what we got to do
Tell them niggas its the end of chapter 2 we comin after you
(CHORUS)
[Twista]
People betta get goin for the big clone If your shit blown
Coming at us wit a set dome gotta get cloned
Then I pick up a legit phone so I could see if my bitch home (hello)
Call the cop dropped them and took a strap and split
See me while we at the quick damn nigga thats a glock
We got that from the parkin lot we sold the bag like a jack of it
Now we got up in the highway to smooth we run away to the hood
We now workin wit some new rules cant be the one who lose
Go to the hide out nigga call for some new tools and I'm fillin these fools
Who got beef within God they want a piece of the pie
they neva give the streets a shot niggas gotta know songs at least if they try
[Puff Daddy]
Now we creep on a bitch name Angelous she my weed and wife
Betta handle her branden her with a tattoo of my name on it
Make her feel Im the man for her but she looked suspicious
Somebody at the front door now she looking scared
Soon as I let out the air seeing my bitch Amby up her shot tears in atlanta
She opened the back door felt the torture and pain
I heard shots in the front oh we about to die straight kawakahzei
No lie dropped two things for the stunt you wanna go to war
I'll take you to war I cant make it that easy blastin me
Now you my enemy I let em rise tell me is this the end or a chapter 3?
they comin after me
Chorus -2x
