* different from the song of the same title on _No Way Out_
[Puff Daddy In Child`s Voice]
Uncle Puffy?
Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
Huh? Please?
[Puff Daddy]
Alright check this out right here
Woke up smoked up, broked up
What I had left and rolled up, lit it
Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
Sent her on her way, I got no time today
(Yo, I`mma call you next week, aight?)
With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
Alot of these fake cats won`t mind the day
I get an unfair play, then the stairway
That`s why I`m like TWA, the airway
Niggas wantin` to believe what they heard through hear-say
Hopin`, but forget it
Check the mail, it`s a letter from jail, from Hoboken
I open and I read it, it said
[G-Dep]
What da deal son?
It`s ya nigga Teals in the field, and it`s real son
I`mma have to steal one
Caught up on the run with a gun
Can`t walk with it down then you can`t conceal one
What to do?
I dont` know if ya knew, that kid, True?
Up in 1-2-2, he plottin` to get you
I hear he`s due
You just do what need doin`
Let`s not forget these niggas could bleed too , one
[Puffy]
OK, good
Those cats don`t keep it real as they should
Heard they don`t pay good
Stand around all day wishin` they could
But this green fufills they dreams
They ain`t a team
Answering machine on screen
Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
Head was mean, had a head for schemes
Told her she get head to see me
But she play her hand proper, nothin` can stop her
[Female]
Hey yo, what up Playboy?
I`m out in Saint Croix
With sun cats that say they real
But they toys
I heard ya doin` it though
And you in the flow
Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
What up, yo?
Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed
[Puffy]
Na Boo, I`mma show you how I do
Just hit me when you get up top
But come on through (Aight)
Now I`m doin` inventory
Guns, clips, vest, bullets
So when I pull it, it`s the end of story
Leadin` my men to glory
Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
I know she down for me
Yeah, sneak up on `em like a car thief
These niggas mad cause it`s my party
And my Benz is wide-bodied
Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
So try me, go `head and take a bite
Might as well say good night
Try to put me in the dark, I don`t take it light
Now if it`s wrong, make it right
Not tommorow, tonight
They barkin`, I know the bite
Jumped in the B-N-Z
Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin` with me
See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
Take it to the pier where you can`t make out the sounds
Thoughts in my head goin` `round, it`s goin` down
Pull up to his block, I`mma put it to his knock
But, I don`t see him, wouldn`t wanna be in town
Ride around for a minute
Thinkin` `bout the pain that Hell brings
Interrupted by a cell ring
