[Black Rob]
[Mumbling]


[G-Dep]
Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
$#&@ing with these ^!$$%s from the, what you gonna do

When you ready, %#@! I was born ready,
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture

If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video mother$#&@ city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty

Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow ^!$$% here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it,
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit

Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

[Chorus]

[G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]
Make this money
Take this money (Let's get it)

Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't %#@! funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Let's get it)

Take it money
Now let's get it (Let's get it)


[G-Dep]
Creep with your people, though my %#@! is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook

With the game and the soldiers sit,
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking

Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants,
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated

Billboard read it believe it

[Chorus]


[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older

I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, mother$#&@er quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water,

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your !@^% out in Europe, head on the tour bus

Do what them ^!$$%s them ^!$$%s in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters

Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order


[P-Diddy]
Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city,
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me

Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music

Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
Ya love it

Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators

NOT GUILTY
Plus I'm filthy
C'mon

[Chorus]


[Black Rob (Puffy)]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel

Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle
Can't say Rob, how many ^!$$%s done tried to play mob,
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke ^!$$%s under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for $#&@ing with Latch in Killer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser

Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your %#@! splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

[Chorus x3]