Puff Daddy

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

If I Should Die Tonight

[Featuring Carl Thomas]
Sometimes I think about dyin
Yeahhh haaa
Unfortunately I'm seein a lot of death in my life
Oahhhooooh
I seen a lot of friends die
I seen a lot of family members die
If I should diiiiie tonight
When I think about dyin I think about
Won't it be alllll before my time?
a sense of release
Just released from all the pressures
I know dyin sugar yeah
and all the negativity
cause, I know you
I also think about, finally, gettin a chance to see
all the loves ones again
If, I, should, diiiiie tonight
that left before me
That'll be kinda fly
Won't, it be, alllll, before my ti-me
Walk through the gates, see my grandmother
See BIG, see God, heh
I know dyin, sugar yeah
Shit is crazy
Because I know you, know youuuu
I never been afraid to die
If I should, diiiiie tonight
But I know I don't wanna die
Not just yet anyway
Won't it be, alllll before, my time?
Feel like I got a lot more livin to do
I know dyin, sugar yeahhhhaeahhh
Lot of unfinished business
Cause I know, you, ohhhhh
KnowhatI'msayin?
If I, should die, tonight ba-by
We'll see
Won't it be far before my time?
I know dyin
What does it all mean?
Sugar yeah
Sugar yeah
What does it all mean?
Yeahhahahhhahhhhhahhh
*music fades*
I don't wanna die...

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

Bad Boy For Life

[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it {*music starts*}
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c'mon

I'm the definition of: half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

[Chorus]
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

[Black Rob]
Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They 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 y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames
Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire
If not I ain't sayin no names; you'll soon expire; (heh)
No pain (nothin) I feel remorse
Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches
wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go)

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got +Warriors+, still be the +Victorious+ (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps to flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That's fo' sho', bottles that pop, joints that rock
Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we ain't goin like that
We're always gonna be here (yeah)
We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year!

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
Cause it's Bad Boy for life!

Gertie · **◊Poker Face◊**

I'll Be Missing You
(feat. Faith Evans)

Every day I wake up
I hope I’m dreamin
I can’t believe this shit
Can’t believe you ain’t here
Sometimes it’s just hard for a nigga to wake up
It’s hard to just keep goin
It’s like I feel empty inside without you bein here
I would do anything man, to bring you back
I’d give all this shit, shit the whole knot
I saw your son today
He look just like you
You was the greatest
You’ll always be the greatest
I miss you big
Can’t wait til that day, when I see your face again
I can’t wait til that day, when I see your face again...

Yeah... this right here (tell me why)
Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone
That they truly loved (c’mon, check it out)

Verse one: puff daddy

Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain’t always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can’t express what you mean to me
Even though you’re gone, we still a team
Through your family, I’ll fulfill your dream (that’s right)
In the future, can’t wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it’s real, feelings hard to conceal
Can’t imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death

Chorus: faith evans

Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I’ll be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I’ll be missing you

[puff] I miss you big

Verse two: puff daddy

It’s kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)
Watchin us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Til the day we meet again
In my heart is where I’ll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts big I just can’t define (can’t define)
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Makin hits, stages they receive you on
I still can’t believe you’re gone (can’t believe you’re gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you’re life, after death

Chorus

[faith evans] somebody tell me why

Interlude: faith evans

On that morning
When this life is over
I know
I’ll see your face

Outro: 112

Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
Every night I pray, every step I take
[puff] every day that passes
Every move I make, every single day
[puff] is a day that I get closer
[puff] to seeing you again
Every night I pray, every step I take
[puff] we miss you big... and we won’t stop
Every move I make, every single day
[puff] cause we can’t stop... that’s right
Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
[puff] we miss you big

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"Can't Nobody Hold Me Down"
(feat. Mase)

[Puff] Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop

[Verse One: Mase]

Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right)
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh)
This fed time outta town pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash
Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe)
I'm through with bein a player and a baller
Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her
Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed
Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right)
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes

[Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Puff] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah

[Verse Two: Mase]

Broken glass everywhere [glass shatters]
if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right)
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
(Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?)
Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh)
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? (yeah)
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (c'mon)
Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me
Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes
Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh)
I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust?
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me?
Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree? (Ahaha!)

[Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy]

[Mase] Can't nobody take my pride
[Puff] Uh-uh, uh-uh
[Mase] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no
[Mase] I got to keep on movin

[Verse Three: Mase]

Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat? (yeah)
Where your chicks at? (yeah) Where your whips at? (where dey at?)
Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that
Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right)
Don't knock me cause you're boring
I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me
cause their words just don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)
We spend cheese, in the West Indies
Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe)
You name it, I could claim it
Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus
And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (who?)
Bet against us? (Not a sure bet)
We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right)
and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet

[Mase] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
[Mase] We're tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah

[Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder
[Mase] Why you wanna take us under
[Puff] Why you wanna take us under
[repeat 2X]

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"Real Niggas"
(feat. Lil' Kim, Notorious B.I.G.)

[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we procced to give you what you need

[Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

[1] - On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga
Now how you gon' act wit my nigga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring the things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out
Nigga what

[Repeat 1]

[Lil' Kim]
Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's
Fuck that, fuck that
What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs
We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim, including your name
Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's
Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it
With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
I wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things

[Repeat 1]

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"Journey Through The Life"
(feat. Beanie Siegal, Lil' Kim, Nas, Joe Hooker)

[Nas]
Yo, Yo
[Puffy]
Gansta, Gansta
[Nas]
Gansta Yo
[Puffy]
That's Right
[Nas]
Journey Through the life of some real niggas
[Puffy]
Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen

[Puffy]
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different pussy since my girl left me
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics
I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets
Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive)
East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop
Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax
Tell me if you feelin' that

[1] - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker]
Take a journey through the life of these real niggas
The things that they seen it would thrill niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin' down
You may find yourself going underground
When they see that this life is upon us
We would see that there's no one that we can trust

[Beanie Sigel]
You can never see what I see, motherfucker
Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught
Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court
Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought
Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor
Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it
Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid
Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it
Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it
My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap
Upstate the case niggas slice your throat
Wear your boxers in the shower when you gaurd your soap
I done seen the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke
I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
Took blocks to Wall for box of raw
What you think 33 in the glock is for?
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars,
C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war
I show you faggots what this Swatz' is for
Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for
Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war
Half of ya'll niggas livin' a lie
Only reason you switchin' up your droid is cause you keep gettin' robbed
I looked that nigga in the eyes before I send him to God
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, the realest nigga alive

[Repeat 1]

[Nas]
Aiyo, Aiyo, Gansta, Gansta
The Bible has words that Christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats
I speak all my life under oath
Since a kid, troublesome
Thrownin' shit at little girls jump ropes
Bustin' B-B Guns at stray cats, that was way back
Watched it die, covered in flies
Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes
Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shit
And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit
I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip
I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals
With heroin habits they picked up from the penile
They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile
Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bitch
I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit
Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen
Kill yourself, come back as a man over again
Cause in this lifetime I'm reignin', slay men
Leave your whole body cold
Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
May this nigga rest in peace, Amen
I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin'
Names engraved in the pavement
Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof
Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth
New York streets made me nigga, it's crazy nigga

[Repeat 1]

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"PE 2000"
(feat. Hurricane G)

[Hurricane G]
Hey yo Puff, check this out pa
I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka
Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches
You got to keep bubblin on em
Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas
Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like,
"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice"
I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice
You public enemy number one right now
But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit

[Puff Daddy]
Let's go
That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear
Throw your guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way
Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see
But you wanna be you ain't shit to me
Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me
Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me
So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart
I've seen em come and I've seen em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after dark
Suffer, duck or you'll catch these
On the spot, red dots make em all believe
Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these
See I do the things that they can't achieve
So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
More hotter than the sun
I'm living on the run
Because i'm public enemy number one

[Chorus:]

One,One,One,One,One
One,One,One,One,One

[Puff Daddy]
Let me ask you, what you got against me?
Is it my girl or is it the bentley?
Is it my house or maybe its all three
I just came up and you're all against me
Now ask yourself, why is he number one?
Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done?
Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?
You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
Always with God and I don't swing solo
Never back down when I gotta throw dolo
Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though
Pretty young things wanna have my photo
One in the room hangin' on the wall
In rememberance that I rocked 'em all
Got no time for those that think small
Grill me in the club cause they can't ball
Hate shot callers
Hate them ballers
Back in control now I call orders
It's no fun fleeing under the gun
Cause they got me public enemy number one

[Chorus]

[Puff Daddy]
All you suckers, liars, court testifiers
Wanna infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes
Keep dimes sweating
Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'
A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor
A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer
I'm the life saver, the New York mayor
Before you try me, you better say your prayers
My word to the wise is: "Do not cry"
You know that i'm gone then say don't die
I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
Thought it was over but I crept from behind
Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind
Almost 2000 and running out of time
Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines
A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine
Soldiers in position all on the front line
Don't make a move till I give them the sign
Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
Because i'm public enemy number one

[Chorus]

[Hurricane G]
Yeah yeah, that's right Puff
That's what I'm talkin about love
Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers
These niggas is walkin around like little bitches
Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got
They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down
But fuck dat, they just mad
Cause you got all the ladies
And you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys
You know? and thats just the way the story goes
And thats just the way the story goes
Fuck you niggas and hoes

[Puff Daddy]
You think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?
Haha picture that....number one, number one, number one
B-I-G forever... rock on

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"PE 2000 (Spanish Version)"
(feat. Hurricane G)

[Hurricane G]
Mira Puffy, oyeme papito
Yo estoy cansada de estos hijos de su madre hablando mierda
Tantos envidiosos, tu le tiene que ensenar como es esto okay
Yo choque con uno hesteroso(?) en la calle
Que estaban diciendo que tu te cres que eres el jefe de rap
Y yo le dije raitru mano
El es el enemigo numero uno del publico
Haci que dale pa'lante con mucha energia
Y que se hoda

[Puffy]
Para todo mis guerreros, Latinos caribenos
Enfermo con dinero
Arsa la mano y grita
Viva Bad Boy familia
Yo soy ese negrito, el mas querido por mis enemigos
Yo celebro con los anteojitos(?)
Por que traigo mi estilo rico de carito
Representando con mi goriyo
So mama mi bicho si tu quieres guerra
A mi no me tumban de la tierra
Hecha para atras maricon
Yo soy el campeon, Don Puff Daddy de corazon

[Hurricane G (Puffy):]
One, one, one, one
(Numero uno del publico)
One, one, one, one
(Yeah P Diddy, espanol)
One, one, one, one
(Ha!)

[Puffy:]
Primo que te pasa contigo
Por que tu quieres ser mi enemigo
Por que soy un millonario
Tengo los mejores carros
Y yo ando
Con mujeres caribenas
Estrellas y muy bellas
Bomba en su mini falda
Meneando toda esa nalga
Por que tengo soldados con almas
Que espantan gangas
Y no le dan nada
So cojelo con cama
Y tranquilo chico
Te lo digo en vivo
El scenario siempre va a ser mio

[Hurricane G (Puffy):]
One, one, one, one
(Numero uno del publico)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(I like this one right here)

[Puff:]
Oh I am supposed to speak Spanish
Check this out
Otro unosticia y envidia
Te lo digo esta limita
Esto no es un juego por tu sero
No producer dinero puedo ser muerto
Por que no hay que me doquen
Me oyen en el radio con este jote
Yo no me preocupo, soy puro
Y yo amo todo mi publico
Raitru mano tengo un hijo de Jesus
Brillando en la luz
Con mucho lujo y mucho jugo
Y te lo juro, yo te busco
En el nuevo milenium
Yo me muevo como el viento
Representando en cual quier pueblo
Hasta luego y punto
Soy el papichulo conquistando el mundo

[Hurricane G (Puffy):]
One, one, one, one
(Uno)
One, one, one, one
(Uno)
One, one, one, one
(Yeah Hurricane)

[Hurricane G:]
Yeah asi mismo papito, eso es lo que yo estoy diciendo
Tu le tienes que ensenar a estos mamahuevos
Como es que va la vaina, tu sabes
Por que ellos se pasan hablando mierda
Hablando de lo que tiene uno
Pero lo que no tienen ellos, tantos habladores
So celosos que son un poquito malo
Quieren guerra, pues toman un guerra maricon
Bad Boy de corazon

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"Big Ole Butt"
(feat. Lil' Cease)

[Puff Daddy]
Uh-huh, uh, yeah
What you say? C'mon, yeah
Uh-huh... uh
Now here's a little story, about a girl, with a Big Ole Butt
A-huh, yeah, I like Big Ole Butts, you dig?

I was at the Tunnel, sippin on champagne
Takin a break, with this honey on my brain
Admirin the girls with the diamond earrings
Benjamins blastin, doin my thing
That's when I seen her, her name was Keisha
Ass-wide figure, just had to meet her
I said, "How you doin? My name is Puff
Don't ask me how I'm livin, cause boo I'm livin plush
But then again, I'm livin kind of sneaky
Cause my girl don't know that I'm out actin freaky"
Hit her with the tch-tch-tch, got the digits
Called her on the StarTap, paid her a visit
I was spankin her and thankin her, screwin her and doin her
Laughin not thinkin bout G's, I just blew in her
Playin like a King, on sheets of satin
Me and Shorty smack in, her crib in Manhattan
She had a big ole booty, like you see in the movies
And on top of all that, I think her sister wanted to do me
But Keisha was exotic, and Cease my witness
She said, "Daddy, when you comin back to hit this?"
When I went home, I kissed my girl on the neck
On my mind was Keisha and how she stayed wet
Sat my girl on the couch, I couldn't hold it in
And said to her, with a devilish grin...

Keisha's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
You know I told you I'd be true (I told you)
But Keisha's got a big ole butt (that's right)
So I'm leavin you (see-ya! he haha)
Keisha's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
I know I told you I'd be true (I lied baby)
But Keisha's got a big ole butt (c'mon)
So I'm leavin you (yeah, that's right)

I went past to Rutgers, about three o'clock
I tried to get a cutie, to ride my jock
Me and Ma$e, Suburban blastin
Cold Dom P, smilin, laughin
Freaks all over, the kind I adore
I felt like a kid in a candy store
That's when I seen her, her name was Kim
She had the kind of booty that I'd like to get in
I said to Ma$e, "Stop the jeep"
She's only seventeen, but yo she's a freak
I kicked the bass like an NFL punter
I scooped this beauty, like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Boo, you look tired
Let's go to my crib, and bone by the fire"
I put her big booty on the zebraskin rug
She gave my balls a kiss, I gave her breasts a hug
I said to this girl, "I don't love them hoes!
You want to get freaky, let me suck on your toes"
I licked and sucked, she asked me to sing
I grabbed a pack of condoms, I pulled out my thing
When I was through, she wiped the sweat from my chest
When to the kitchen, and fried some chicken breast
Keisha busted in, my house while I was eatin
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 Kim's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
So I'm leavin you (see-ya! he haha)
Kim's got a big ole butt (yeah, yeah)
I know I told you I'd be true (I know what I said, but I lied)
But Kim's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
So I'm leavin you (that's right)

[Lil' Cease]
Yo, I went to Justin's for some shrimp and steak
Around the time that this waitress was on her break
I pulled into the parkin lot and parked my truck
Niggaz playa hate but I ain't give a fuck
I paid it no attention, and walked inside
D-Rock had the nine and he was chillin in the ride
I walked in the place, everybody was lookin
And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin
I sat down to eat, and ordered my food
I said to the waitress, "I don't mean to be rude
But I'll take you on a platter"
She said, "You got a girl," Ceasar said, "It don't matter
You look like you're tasty as pipin hot pizza
What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa"
I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that
But when you get off work, then goin to snack"
She looked at me and said, "You need to stop!
Cease where you goin?" "The Marriott"
She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see"
I pulled out a Benjamin, she looked at me
When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat
Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat
I laid her on the table, and placed my order
And pulled out my dick, and bust all on her
On and on to the break of dawn
All over the restaurant, word is bond
Shorty said she comin, I checked my Roley
She suckin on my nuts, and she don't even know me
I grabbed my pants, just left my main hoe
Who did I see, ohh yo... it was Kim
She work at Justin's but I kept on bustin

Lisa got a big ole butt, uhh
You know I told you I'd be true
But Lisa got a big ole butt, uhh
So I'm leavin you, what, uhh
Lisa got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true (I'd be true)
But Lisa got a big ole butt (a big ole butt)
So I'm leavin you
See ya!

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"No Way Out"
(feat. Black Rob, Kelly Price)

[Chorus]
[Kelly]
There's no way no way nowhere to go there's no way out
There's no way no way nowhere to turn there's no way out

[Puff talking over chorus]
Yeah yeah uh huh no way out baby.
You can't go nowhere ain't got nowhere to turn
Yeah yeah ain't no way out.
Ugh check this out

[Verse 1 (Puff)]

Ready to call it quits from all this shit
even resign from the niggas I been ballin' with
I'm second guessing all this negative energy
It's making me realize why niggas really envy me
I feel no sympathy it's tight ill
plus I get slight chills when I write wills
tired of looking at these ugly niggas with ice grills
No tellin' what I might feel about my glory
2 sides to every story
That's why I pray to God hoping that He reassure me
The more the pain the more the game come with this territory
I might dispose feelin' like my life been chose
All I know in my life lotta ice and hoes
when it's on
My man there gat in his hand
what you do when you got a master plan
but half done ran
Here's ya chance to prove you love 'em
It's on and subbin'
so hot it's feeling muggy. Really though.

[Chorus]
[Puff over chorus]
No matter how bad it gets. It could be worse. Ain't no way out
I gotta live my life you know. You gave me the ends. No matter
how bad it gets there ain't no way out no way out.

[Verse 2 (Black Rob)]

I feel like this approach me with beef ya done
I shoot through pants no chance to pull for ya gun
man a lot of y'all cats can't stand that 1 on 1
wind up gettin' embarrassed ain't funny uh huh
Despite the bullshit black still here
makin' hits down at Chelsea Bea's
via partaking flicks
No matter what we have to
come strapped with our gats
We don't want to
but y'all make us act like that
It's a thousand Bad Boy cats ready to blam you
La Familia I steal ya I know how my fam' do
man handle tracks that be laced by Nas
Rolex watch security straight from the Mosque
Yo I'm all on my own G who should I trust
Niggas bust B.I.G. now it seems they want us
It's like no matter what I do
I can't escape it
ain't no going around it so
I'ma be a man and just face it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Puff)]

It takes heart just to live in these streets
you niggas lift the heat
take the bitter with the sweet
they can't hurt me
no more than they already did
They killed Big in my heart he forever lives
there's no way out
like you got Berrettas to my wig
we were slugged then another blood
shed my ribs uhh
Now the question is Will I survive?
Nigga gotta make it home I gotta still provide
And I get the vibe niggas wanna live to try
ain't no tellin' what this Bad Boy feel inside
Blood hate the sweat pain be intensified
I'm feelin' stranded as if I can't hitch a ride
Now I tell my seed minimize the genocide
plus I'm dangerous so numb I feel painless
and you know what you
tell them niggas who can't touch you
You grab ya nuts and say MUTHAFUCK YOU!
you invited got dones be indicted
And if you kill me
me and Big reunited WHAT NIGGA what nigga what nigga
[Chorus over last line]

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"P.E. 2000 Lost Remix"
(feat. Shyne)

[Puffy]
Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,
Spit on a dial, my Chopard
See the reflection of the gods
Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to
Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper
As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka
Deem these bitches, stay on the penis
I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'
Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban
Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest
In the shoot fest with the law
Got it all, want more, future foreseen
Keep the city how for Louie XIV
Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream
Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine
The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it
Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list
motherfuckas

[Chorus]
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot
Public Enemy Number One
The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh
Public Enemy Number One
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public Enemy Number One
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me
Public Enemy Number One

[Shyne]
Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'
Remarkable timin'
Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond
Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs
17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image
Y'all finish
Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon
Louie Vittons, skunk on the back
The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us
Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased
No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties
In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace
So how could I not be hot?
That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop
Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks
I chew coals & spit diamonds
Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks

[Chorus]
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot
Public Enemy Number One
The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh
Public Enemy Number One
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public Enemy Number One
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me
Public Enemy Number One

[Shyne]
Rather its all from the guns to the brawl
Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all
Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things
Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'

[Puffy]
Fuck bein' broke
Give that bitch a girdle tell her, "Transport my coke"
On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater
And lay up in the trunk for months
Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat

[Shyne]
Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat
Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4,5,6, ya die quick
Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish
I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick
On some top bill shit, half a mil with

[Puffy]
Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial
Every time, the law got too many loops
Fuck my bitches in groups menaga
Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder
Jets we charter, bring the slaughter

[Shyne]
Million dollar bracelets
Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on

[Chorus 2x]
The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot
Public Enemy Number One
The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh
Public Enemy Number One
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public Enemy Number One
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me
Public Enemy Number One

Summer Girl · Odomaćeni član

"You'll See"

[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 yourself,
When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!

[Verse One: Styles Paniro]

I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O 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 cocking] you'll se [2x]

[Interlude: Puff Daddy]

See, 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 that
FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA

[Verse Two: Jadakiss]

Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
L to the O, X amount the flows
Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your strength
Yeah, I'm in it for the green
I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
My tape in your duel cassette running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B
When you want it? now or later?
I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
Up north where they bust your man
In the custom van, interrupt your plans
Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
So let's keep things rationalized
Everything I write better nationalize
I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Sheek Luchion]

Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck
So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck
It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes
Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes
So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor
Fatigued out in my house or office
Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this
(Uh-hun)
My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
Now what you gon' do?
When they come for you
The same thing you been doing
Eye screwing
And 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 mansion
So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana
Dippin'
Big poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggaz named Panama
And Englique and shit
Games we play life endin'
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top
Benjamins
Under the rest of 'em
Advancin'
From duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
VCR's in my V's
Game elevates, money I make
Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

[Outro:]

You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see