[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G., mutha fucka`s
Lil` Cease, mutha fucka`s
[Bristal]
Yo, handsome Hansun
Got dough like the Hanson`s
Niggas come fast, went out like Helly Hanson
Mr. Bristal, you will never catch me dancin`
Often prancing, only in a mansion
In the party, I`m high and drunk, I see you glancin`
Never blow my cool, even if it`s jammin`
If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon
Cock, lick-shots, leave `em where they standin`
You can call the cops, I never get ran in
Call Blake C., ya`ll get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam` is
All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet
It`s a definite, niggas over money, reppin` it
Armageddon it, destroy e`rything when we settin` it
You delicate, far away in the country where you better get
Assets in, nigga
Ya`ll need to get wit` some veterans
1 - [Big Harve]
You don`t wanna play around
You don`t wanna play around
You don`t wanna play around with me
No more, I`ll kill you
You don`t wanna play around
You don`t wanna play around
You don`t wanna play around with me
No more, I`ll kill you
[Lil` Cease]
Yo, yo, yo
Niggas wanna start shit, push the button
See the dough flip from the carpet
Me and Bris` about to lock down the market
Gats be sparkin`, they lie too
Not Crips and Bloods, it`s Piru
B-Roc I`ma die for you
Till this day, I`mma ride for you
And God forbid, gotta die too
When you pull that gat, I`ll be right beside you
To guide you, on who to hit and not to
If a nigga guilty, got to die too
That`s the real-la, you`re talkin` to the roach killer
For more scrilla
About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer
Man, it`s hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya
That`s why they tell ya you`re nobody `til somebody kill ya
That`s why until ya play it back, don`t get too familiar
Cause if you get too close, my nigga`s might fuckin` killa ya
Nigga
Repeat 1 while:
[Lil` Kim]
Another one
The Queen Bee, extraordinaire
Lil` Cease, commin` at`cha
For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh
Fuck all you hoes, I blows like flutes
Bitches don`t shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
Pocohontas, Mafia`s behind us, ballin` like Utah
Didn`t think a ghetto bitch could come this far
From pushin` Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars
Bitch think I`m rich, I could rock a fool blue suit
A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots
And still be the shit of the night
When I come through
You be on the side holdin` ya cups like the bums do
Waitin` for the Queen to put some change in it
I pull out a `G` and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this shit, so I got`s to make a profit
And all the ends are sins to my men`s, down his prophet
Me and Lil` Cease, it`s part two, me partners
Layin` niggas down like carpenters
So pardon us, like Nike`s, we just do it
We ain`t amateurs to this shit, we used to it
And all the bodies I killed, keep `em on file
So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall
Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow
Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it
And don`t forget it, bitches
[Puffy]
Stop tryin` to sound like her too, bitches
