[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that

Standin' around lookin' cool and %#@!
I want you mother$#&@ers to jump the $#&@ up
And have some mother$#&@in' 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 %#@! out
Four, five
As we procced to give you what you need


[Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, ^!$$%"

Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a ^!$$%
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 ^!$$% and bang a ^!$$% good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the $#&@ out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months

Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with the ^!$$%'s don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a ^!$$% the chills

So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that %#@!? (Hell yeah, I see that %#@!)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever

Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, ^!$$% please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need


[1] - On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real ^!$$%z do real things

Hanging wit the (*##$es is the song I sing
Real ^!$$%z do real things


On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real ^!$$%z do real things
Hanging wit the (*##$es is the song I sing

Real ^!$$%z do real things

[Puff Daddy]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my ^!$$%, clap wit my ^!$$%
Break bread and then break backs wit my ^!$$%

Jack wit my ^!$$%, @@#! the latch wit my ^!$$%
Now how you gon' act wit my ^!$$%?
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, mother$#&@er if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips

Yeah, ^!$$%, I know you in pain, I don't care ^!$$%
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's mother$#&@er, freeze
@@#! sucker, you better bring the things out

Before I blow your mother$#&@er frame out
^!$$% what


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[Lil' Kim]

Real big ^!$$%'s over here talkin' %#@!
Yo $#&@ that, I'm gon' check these ^!$$%'s
$#&@ that, $#&@ 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
^!$$%z 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 (*##$ squeeze the life out of ya'll ^!$$%'s

Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll ^!$$%'s
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
$#&@ shootin' windows ^!$$%, I jumps through it
With the all black hood, he beat a ^!$$% 'till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl

When it comes to my ^!$$% B.I.G
I wanna see all ya'll ^!$$%z D.I.E

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real (*##$es do real things

Hanging with the ^!$$%s is the song I sing
Real (*##$es do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real (*##$es do real things

Hanging with the ^!$$%s is the song I sing
Real (*##$es do real things

[Repeat 1]