know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious
fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo
alone Hold hands and say it like me, the most shady Frankie baby, fantastic, graphic, tryin' to make dough Like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me
somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is
be my friend (Can't be my friend) And you gets no love again Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch [Bridge: Faith Evans (P. Diddy)] ([P.Diddy
to yo buggy chorus x2 swizz beats verse dont even call me swizz no more call me kaseem dean ? when i come thru hit you with the brand new buggati
see you come in... Come on...! Girl you're smoking? You got me high, tell me, is your role in? I can get you whatever you need, Tell me what is gonna
t get them off me [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - P. Diddy] Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy They call me Diddy Yo when I come in the club I
when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be
it out, come on Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier Give me the ass, you could give me
bitches and me and they man's cool [Busta Rhymes] Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On) [P. Diddy
you thinked up? nigga With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On) [P. Diddy] Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!) [Busta Rhymes] Me
to come romp with me you the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company come on, Queens aint showing you
) DJ you build me up You break me down My heart is pounding Yeah you got me With my hands up You got me now You got that sound Yea you got me DJ you build
went to court for the boy Just me an' my boy an' we sayin', "Oh boy" Be on the block with my boy with the Roc fella boy When the cops come squalin'
DJ, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up You got me now You got that sound Yeah, you got me DJ, you
it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my hype Offer me the
yo, hey yo, turn me up a little bit more I don't think they can hear me, check this out Bad boy, bitch, let's work, come on, let's work Don't stop, let