[Puff Daddy]
The man ya`ll been waitin` to hear
Check him out
[Shyne]
Let it be understood, Bad Boy run this
>From Brooklyn to AT, they pump this
Got you in the head with this gun shell
Yeah, I know... I be on some dumb shit
>From the cold killa niggas that air the block out
Them chinchilla broads that wear your cock out
Cost her ten mil, now it`s me you see hop out
Stop playin`, game over like the lock-out
Serious shit, I`m the baddest Bad Boy, imperial shit
Me and Q double L from the 4 period 6, knockin Total
? flava, no doubt
[Pam] (Puffy)
I`m gettin` tired of bein` tired of your ways (c`mon)
You haven`t come home or even called me today (this is the remix)
And you don`t know the pain when I`m feelin` alone
I`m callin` out your name when you`re not even home
(yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
[Kima]
And I need you with me babe
Can`t see you leavin` me babe
Cuz I don`t know no other road I would go
And I hope your feelings change
Come bring your lovin` back to me
So I can give you all you need and much more
Oh, I`m sittin`
1 - [Total]
Sittin` home waitin` for you
Starin` at these walls is all I do
I try my best to be good to you
But you`re never around when I`m in the mood
[Keisha] (Puffy)
All my friends think that I am your fool (talk to me Keisha)
And since you have been gone, I been thinkin` so too
Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong
(you ain`t doin` nothin` wrong)
We should stay together cuz our love is so strong (I feel ya)
[Kima] (Puffy)
And I need you with me babe
Can`t see you leavin` me babe
Cuz I don`t know no other road I would go
And I hope your feelings change
Come bring your lovin` back to me
So I can give you what you want and much more
Oh, I`m sittin` (Shyne, talk to me one time)
[Shyne]
I think it`s only right I live the beat
I was on some multi-platinum melody tone
Shoot, they `bout to bury me homes
Carry it home, pencil bars and continental laws
Coincidental? Nah
I was meant to do this
My speaches as a fetus get you at your z-lift, you beatless
I made one, you lightweight, I made tons
You betta off countin` stars, then them hoes that I make cum
Hot to def, I ain`t talkin` rhymes
I`m talkin` `bout this vest, TEK and the coat to cover it all
From the veteran ?, VK the 2-5
Nigga, Shyne is too live
Say you betta? Nigga you lie
Wanna be me? You can`t fit the shoe size
Them hoes? Bruised eyes
Young Don from, ummm, Brook-lon
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