to walk like the illest soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra It's Harlem, U.
up, it's Diddy, that's crazy It's the D the I the D the D the Y The D the I the D It's Diddy, hold up, it's Diddy, say what Ay yo, I came in the door
s like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's get it where it
'alls See how it feel when your friends be without y'all I been doin' it, coke I been movin' it Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
out Now open up the garage and pull the drops out Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue
from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it
be, Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down, son Blow the spot up, one shot, yo, check it out Aeiyo son,
up the garage and pull the drops out Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out
down to Mexico Come back with that shit that might make you psycho Maximum frequencies through your stereo Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go When I step up
Boosie 'cause it's Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Homies need some blocks Coupes need some shoes Used to get it
enough then gimme back my pot gimme back my flock gimme back my life gimme back my days gimme back my ways want it baby get it catered i can ship it
guitar string to the strum A beautiful song to be sung She's got blue eyes, deep like the sea that roll back when she's laughin' at me She rises up like
run away, baby You know your momma never liked me 'Cause she said we're gonna break up Said it's gonna never work But it's too bad, baby, I'm back on
you facin' when you hate no rehabilitation for the monkey on my back hundred thousand dollar stack yearr aint heard, used serve five bird like a Pontiac rewind me back
it is) Lemme tell you what time is it I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest I got
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers