(feat. Bobby Valentino, Faith Evans, Ludacris)

[Notorious B.I.G + (Faith Evans)]

To my mother$#&@in' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the #~!!@ stroker

Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
But cheeks, I'm smackin' em' (huh?)

The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy ^!$$%, but I ain't ya $#&@in' comforter

And If I ever fall in love, I bet I'd $#&@ed it up
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her

(Why you wanna...play games on me?)
(*##$, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill %#@!

Mess with the ^!$$%z on that real blood spill %#@!
My rappin' tactics, are drastic
Stretchin' mother$#&@ers like Mr. Fantastic

So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
filled with energy, ^!$$%z never gettin' me


[Chorus 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights

No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life


[Ludacris]
It's clear to see that I'm the mother$#&@in' man, I done learned from the
best of em; Took the first slot, ^!$$%z still second guessin' em

Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em'
Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em'
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit

So tell them haters they could miss me with that bull%#@!
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
I'm rich, (*##$! I've done more shows than Oprah

And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of ^!$$%z that don't know no better
King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar

Just hired two !@()s to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one $#&@in' wit me
They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me

That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times


[Chorus + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]

[Snoop Dogg]

To my ^!$$% Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters @@#!ed, cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy

^!$$% stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be no mo'
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho

Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
You $#&@in' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame
I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out

Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route
Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house

Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat's a stain on a ^!$$%, I bang on a ^!$$%

Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young ^!$$%; I'm livin' the life!

[Chorus + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)]


[Chorus - w/o ab-libs]