Intro: Puff Daddy(Don't stop I'm not finished yet [8x])Do you ever ask yourself when are they ever gonna stop?Do you ever ask yourself when are they gonna stop making those hits?Do you ever ask yourself when are they gonna stop making us dance?Do you ever ask yourselfWhen those Bad Boy are gonna stop making all this money?!Verse One: Styles PaniroI lick shots at intrudersTake the coke money and invest in computersTryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezelComing through the ghetto, in a Porsche CarreroBut for now I'll play the back of the cruiserLight another sack for the three time losersPour out some beer, bust out the rugerLadies and gentlemanBullets will leave you tremblin'Shooken upI got my cuban mommy cooking upWe got it all from Heron to FishscaleNew York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bailMy style is flashy like a fiver strobesGoing around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robesTime to flip the script, bust the whipLegend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dippedTo the feds, catch me if you canI'm a still transport with my man on the Peter PanGet there and bury the bricks in the sandThey think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grandSo I can hit the boat and take a showerHead back to the airport, and hide the money in the towerStack blocks by the keysL to the O to the X you'll seeChorus: Puff DaddyBad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna doWhat you gonna do when they come for you(Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]Interlude: Puff DaddySee, it's 1996 man,And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all thatFlaaaaaaaaavvaaaaaaaaaVerse Two: JadakissYeah aight then, you better act like you knowL to the O, X amount the flowsAin't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.Dot on your head, take all your strengthYeah, I'm in it for the greenI'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from QueensMy tape in your duel cassette running meTryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of meBetter off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming BWhen you want it? Now or later?I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gatorsWith my mega click, involved in Montega bricksNiggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thickUp north where they bust your manIn the custom van, interrupt your plansNow it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin'All that for frontin', what you gonna do? Nothin'So let's keep things rationalizedEverything I write better nationalizeI'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunniesNiggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funnyI'm a scorer, shorty love the whole auraPussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called herIt's all about quick whips and fast knicksGats with mad clips, tv's in your whipsMy style tight like Gotti when I touch youSeasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckleGet the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatchCop one for my man, so I'll s***s matchRunnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies backAnd breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacksReally though, screw y'all, I never knew y'allYour click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'allChorusVerse Three: Sheek LuchionYo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuckSo I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuckIt's all about respect Tek-9's and papesBig house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapesSo I go down to my steam room and give a long prayerKnowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayorFatigued out in my house or officeBlunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this(Uh-hun)My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and CoupesGivin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groupsNow what you gon' do?When they come for youThe same thing you been doingEye screwingAnd bubble gum chewing (whoooh)While me and my mans are pursuin'Who you think the ladies are enhancin'Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansionSo cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watchesAnd you'll see how wo lock thisChorusVerse Four: The Notorious B. I. G.Click, click, uh, uh, uhNiggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' itCrystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willyHitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine milliesStories like a motherfucker (that's right)Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with herShe know I treats my bitches like IvanaDolce and GabanaDippin'Big poppa never slippin'H-class diamonds shinin'Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'Smoking cigars in BogotaWith Colombian niggaz named PanamaAnd Englique and shitGames we play life endin'Bitches bending over with easeFor a pair of Moschino jeansAnd Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stoppedSingles on topBenjaminsUnder the rest of 'emAdvancin'>From duplex to mansionStashing keys hidin' G's overseasVcr's in my V'sGame elevates, money I makeGets your stocks and real estates, bitchJet skiing in the Caribean, white sandsDiscusing plans with my mansDark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and systemThat leaves your rear views tremblin'What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitudeDrop to your knees and show gratitudeKiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potentBitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat itOutro:You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see
Songs by Notorious B.I.G.
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