P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) lyrics
P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) lyrics
"Young G's Lyrics"
Why'd You Have To Go And Make Me Love You Lyrics
There's moonlight on the trees Paintin' silver on the leaves It's so beautiful out here I just had to stop and stare That's unusual for me I had a happy heart of stone No vo
There's moonlight on the trees Paintin' silver on the leaves It's so beautiful out here I just had to stop and stare That's unusual for me I had a happy heart of stone No vo
Intro: Biggie
Uhh, check it out, uhh
*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the deal
Niggaz know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit th
Our Lips Our Sealed Lyrics
Can you hear them?, they talk about us Telling lies, well that??s no surprise Can you see them?, see right through them They have no shield, no secrets to reveal It doesn
ese barsCan you hear them?, they talk about us Telling lies, well that??s no surprise Can you see them?, see right through them They have no shield, no secrets to reveal It doesn
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga
All The Rage Lyrics
1-2-3,2-3,3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face Where you keep m
, don't ask me for shit1-2-3,2-3,3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face Where you keep m
That's what I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
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