. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) No he'll never make love to you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) So
like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still counting what
Just blaze, oh, baby, oh, baby, uh, Killa All the girls see the boy, look at his kicks, boy Look at his car, boy, all I say is, "Oh boy" Look, mami,
that my son been born And every ***** where I be, I put in work for free, It's D Block mothafucka, here grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block, a
hood Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you Welcome to D Block, the mighty, mighty D Block A place in New York City where Diddy
ever be apart. Are we an item? girl quit playing, we're just friends, what are you saying. Said there's another, look right in my eyes, my first love broke my heart for
ain't them D's spinnin' Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits Drom tops cuttys on 4's No love
there ain't time for haters So if you look for trouble, no, I ain't into that I'm just a cool dude out for papers Ma' name's Chip Diddy Chip I don't
and P. Diddy on the iChat laughing and joking Make some noise And I hope all you A and R's heard that I got so much more that I wanna say But I'm looking
a wild out, she gon' get gone Imma keep driving drunk, I'm in love so She gon get tired, Imma be on fire Imma look back, I'mma 'member how the song [P.Diddy
somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is
bitch! [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground look more
got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard? I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me And I should only love that which is me I love
in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy, they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I? It's P. Diddy muthafucka Do or
, what we do and why Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good And if you looking for
'm from the city where nothin' pretty and everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy and now we finna blow Niggas in the hood, show me love, I?
't fuck wit the bloodsucker smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty puttin it down like P. Diddy do or die just be rollin up like P
my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) He 'gone get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) That's my (