[P. Diddy] This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin
problems we see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A No info
Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches
on point Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O
walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G-o
to whatever you like But let's get one thing straight You know my name, so I run this town When I'm on this mic, yeah So here I go B.o.B, Bobby Ray,
high tonight Take me away Come inside my world Come ecstasy Let me show you love Between you and me Let me love you boy Yeah, now that you got me feeling, high
know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful
the brothers to the building, give a feeling that I don't Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high
's 2010, not 1864 Uh, yeah we come so far So I drive around town, hard top and that's all Uh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brown ah and my high yellow
bike here, throw it up, no high chair, cold like a white bear, freddie Kruger Im a rap b-tch nightmare, and I'm rich I could buy you, kill b-tches
The Alphabetbet I Would Say It This Way Chorus: "A" Maybe We Can "B" Something You Can "C" "D.E.F"initely I Know You Want A "G" Who Can Take You "HI" Higher
two thousand and three Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on CD's, and DVD's Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s I can get you in the places
Baghdad, yeah) Ai, ai, ai, ai Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai Ow, ow, ow B I G Ow, ow, ow B O I Drop, drop, drop, drop it Take never brother Bob your head, rag
see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
it up, selling my kin folk And the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can hook it up, need no friends though See, little B.B gives no
the phone rings And it's k.b. Pussy just came through Some for him and some for me Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em Get 'em drunk, get 'em high