d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the i, the d is diddy (hold up) Is diddy (c'mon,that shit's crazy) The d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the
cause he was born with it I thank God all the time, that I was born fitty I don't call pshycic lines, or get palm reading I put a rain coat on my spine
me mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game) But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
'dro Ask me twenty questions, this ain't no talk show I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend Don't need
I hopped the train I rode on the last car And all I did was puff cheeba, it took my thoughts deeper Dropped out of school, found a job so I could keep
guns behind your ear Get you deaf enough cause you fools wil paralyze a pair When the Ak start rocking I put you in that Puff Daddy mode and keep your
myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I
you like WHA! I got a 20 of trash, y'all smokin 'dro I'm like WHOA! And I'm bootleggin' your albums, I need the dough, you like WHOA! I know y'all hearin
Me and Puff had to wreck And my homie six ten his feet I creep ??? specialty Cause I'm a professional Gangbang is gangsterism I live my life in dangerous ways I
On I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up (Bubonic Chronic...) [
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys and you don't want that; neither do I But I will, I will - cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon
s so please listen Fake rappers stop booin and hissin My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be lying On the fader
he'd give you bitches wings, you know what I'm sayin? I'm gettin sick of all this shit y'all doin, you know what I'm sayin? Y'all got us fucked up man
Cause ya eyes tell me you're feeling Excited, you like it, I can see how ya bitin' I'm on it (I'm on it) I'm a roll it (I'm a roll it) Light it up and
I don't Guy: No you explain it to me bitch. You know what I'm talking about. Girl: I don't know nobody up here! I don't fuck with nobody up here
I'm a P.R.O. [Dr. Ama:] I believe I can fly, Kells did it, nigga, why can't I? Burn me a sack of bombay, get high Give my divine, I see king, the royal
know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece! Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time! [Styles] I'd rather not breathe than snitch And I
