featuring Bizzy Bone



[Bizzy Bone]

Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go

(I was passin til the cops come)

Big beef (I was passin til the cops come

Ready ready ready ready ready.)

big beefin with the mistress

for the backs of the lions as we growl mutherfucker

we all livin in the last motherfuckin day this is revalations

if it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong

and you face yourself with that question, for the answer..

the fuck do you believe in?



Let's take a pie to the badguy

Zero well where my cateye dadeye

My flavour frame the raddle

Hot out, hot out of problem

My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales

If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales

Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell)

This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public

Made gratafying

If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction

L.A. Lugers start your mad punk

They really got a smash on

And they would probly blast you



[Puff Daddy]

I'm married to the game and every year's the same

Bullets rain all season

Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in

Empty the shells and niggas give you the reason

Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin

Probly breathin

My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha]

From my buck to the world

Gave my Glock to my girl

Don't mix the kids with the Benz

Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

Ohh playa ohh nigga

Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4)



[Puff Daddy]

Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas

Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressin

You guessin I seen a lot

The papers got it stressin and impressin

We spin a lot

Confessions get us blessins from the Lord

We sin a lot

Wonderin "Will he let me in or not?"

I's still tryin ta find a reason why

Because I'm a bad boy

They wanna label me a bad guy

Who am I?



[Bizzy Bone]

It's P Diddy muthafucka



[Puff Daddy]

Do or die?



[Bizzy Bone]

Don't give a fuck motherfucker



Two strikes no chicken types

It's the type he bucks ammunition,

(Pistol shots) buck, bucks ammunition baby

He's got the flavour the kind that got me still down

Run around me watch the hill down

So buck the best I'm hear now

Yes, best neva gone

Fresh out the foster home

If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist

Tell him my head is just blow with a sciness

Can't you come ride with me? Come ride with me?

Bubbye me with a gun

Slide the weed and rum

Come get high wit me

You don't talk weed wit me, Bizzy Bone

You don't leave me anymore

Leave me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor (Ha ha ha)

Who dat left before? Blackout tears the stackhouse

Criminals, detention aren't they always bad

when I'm thinkin dem (Come on) doctor?



[Chorus x4]



Incetiest, hiddyest, grittiest, shittiest

in the club smack the prettiest in a mini

Grittiest beef in with the mistress

Diddy the city I pitty with little kids picking up pennys

and niggas I thought I brought up with selling book for a living

making minimum wage like confetti, it's gotta be a mistake

Y'all oughta don't tell us and it's just those seven elements

Don't tell us it's those seven elements

Dippin on in our lips for money and it don't land upon that

We ready like 45 scripture [Yea]

Make money like that, nigga, you know what I'm sayin



[Puff Daddy]

See what you niggas do to me I do to you

And if I'm who you came to see then do what you gotta do

We can do it anywhere, right here, right there

And if you sleep turn your dream to a nightmare

Niggas gon creep

No sleep til the heat

They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe get this money [Ha ha ha]

It time for the misfits niggas bring ya clips

Boys on my mind

Packin bullets from the mines my brothas



[Chorus x7