' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at But they too
brotha, crush the weed Not Puff Daddy, no boy, I puff the trees In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese They called me Mr. I got what you
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
to the X you'll see Chorus: Puff Daddy Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun
what your interests are, "Who you be with?" Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew You
, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that
stop this war I show you faggots what the Swatch is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the paper, '94 I took the cops to war
Sometimes I don't think you motherfuckers Understand where I'm coming from Where I'm tryin' to get to Sometimes I hear voices I can't see it, can you
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
lead the way cause i'm that enemy that you can't see who you wanna be, you ain't shit to me It ain't hard for you to get to me playa, my own dogs
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
robbed [Puff Daddy] Na Boo, I'ma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top Or come one through Now I'm doin inventory Guns, clips, vest
You know what I said? Too bad you caught me cheatin, but... Kim's got a big ole butt (uh-huh) I know I told you I'd be true (I know I told you) But
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
no stop to this I can't help but I'm an optimist And i'ma make your head bob to this And at the end you gon rock to this Now say my name, c'mon Chorus
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
like you the first son of the Kennedy Or even in a mallway, you can *** for me But all until you talk you don't ever spend a G I know how it be You know
run around actin like the black-o can't eat And you know what? (what? ) for some strange reason (uhh) I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin For
