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Catch me in the dirt ?
In the ? porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, What?, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being on television
Ball I'ma score every time there's an inning
I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in

Your fault, So right (so right)
It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
Your fault, So tight (so tight)
You need an encore (give me an encore)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
All y'all hate that, trying to keep me in trouble
We take things serious, y'all do it for fun
Cause when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
International despite thee, West coast beef
I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
Wayan's, got the all with a grain for the pain
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
Heard one song, now you changing up your single
While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual

Yeah, what, what, yo yo yo yo

Now what y'all think we here for? aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All y'all thought y'all was coming to get us
Cause we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
Fooled y'all ass, y'all tools don't blast
All we do is make hot songs and use y'all cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
Cause I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
While I'm taking a shit
Player Haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don't even make no sense
I'm happy they made them with bullet prof glass tints
If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute
2.5 and that's just the tribute
Anything involved with Benji's we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that
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Catch me in the dirt ?
In the ? porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, What?, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being on television
Ball I'ma score every time there's an inning
I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in

Your fault, So right (so right)
It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
Your fault, So tight (so tight)
You need an encore (give me an encore)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
All y'all hate that, trying to keep me in trouble
We take things serious, y'all do it for fun
Cause when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
International despite thee, West coast beef
I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
Wayan's, got the all with a grain for the pain
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
Heard one song, now you changing up your single
While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual

Yeah, what, what, yo yo yo yo

Now what y'all think we here for? aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All y'all thought y'all was coming to get us
Cause we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
Fooled y'all ass, y'all tools don't blast
All we do is make hot songs and use y'all cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
Cause I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
While I'm taking a shit
Player Haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don't even make no sense
I'm happy they made them with bullet prof glass tints
If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute
2.5 and that's just the tribute
Anything involved with Benji's we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that
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Writer: Alan Edward Gorrie, David Styles, Hamish Stuart, Jason Phillips, Malcolm Duncan, Owen Onnie Mcintyre, Robert Brodrick James Mcintosh, Robert J Carter, Roger Ball, Sean Jacobs, Sean Puffy Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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