baller I score and pass it Feel me, still be filthy If making hits is a crime, I plead guilty And this is what we came do Party, Diddy, Usher - game is
punk streets is talkin, is he from Cali? is he from Queens? do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he write me a sixteen? did he take 5 shots? is he a blood
Intro: Faith Evans (P. Diddy) Uh, uh-uh, (There's another one) What-what (And another one) This is the remix (There's another one) Ha ha I know it's not
Rob, G. Dep) {Black Rob (P. Diddy)} Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad
we hit record Hit the floor New era this is war Lord I'm the answer without a question No evidence no possession Stop stressing Shit I got moves to make Streets is
war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve
is all good My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it [Hook - until fade] [P. Diddy - talking
[Chorus: kurupt] Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make
it Be easy! [P. Diddy] Tammy, down in Miami Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Everybody go - I wanna rock right now LL and Diddy
revenge and puttin songs out Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangster killa Cali is
Brougham It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that
em all Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would've been your friend till the end bitch Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a