' This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all
way you betrayed me.... Verse One: Puff Daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can spend all day and chill, all night Come
a lotta them brothers Who used and abused you and took you for granted See you a goddess, that's why you was put on this planet Since you got me all
his eyes all sad Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep
? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
can see clearly If anybody asks you who I am Just stand up tall Look em' in the face and say CHORUS: I'm that star up in the sky I'm that mountain peak up
know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all
me see you get hands up! Let me see you get hands up! Let me see you put your drinks up! Let me see you put your drinks up! Now get buck in this bitch
play by Carry the team like I'm A I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood strapped up
up, get up, get dough Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that All my niggaz
up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) To all my dogs that's straight blunted Run around in the 500 all day Let me hear you say fire it up (fire
disco tech Woo hah, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect Woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymez, up in
motor Dark side of my chauffeur Sirred off with my toaster All you see is my tattoos All you see is my big chains Right in front of my Versace belt All
brains All white everything, all white everything All white everything I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer I'm doin' all white everything All white everything, all
's all gravy, still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good like the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen, wit a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used
Intro It still feels like we're makin love sometimes I wake up in cold sweats I wonder where you are What you doin? (I miss you) I think of you. (I miss