[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, check it out, uhh (Man, I'm back, man)
I steps in, where the Mo' and the hoes at, baby? (Fuck all that pretty shit)
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggas know the deal)
Niggas know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one)
Peep game, uh, what, what, what
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (Yeah)
With built-in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop? (Haha)
Are we gon' stop? Shit, man, never my squad go broke
Your squad oughta 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 (Uh-huh)
Through hard work, I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (Yeah)
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (C'mon)
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (That's right)
Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't go no cake (Uh-uh)
When you all fucked up and can't get no break (Uh-huh)
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 (Uh)
Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (Yeah)
Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (C'mon)
Propellers, goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us (Yeah)
They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Uh, check it out, uhh (Man, I'm back, man)
I steps in, where the Mo' and the hoes at, baby? (Fuck all that pretty shit)
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggas know the deal)
Niggas know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one)
Peep game, uh, what, what, what
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (Yeah)
With built-in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop? (Haha)
Are we gon' stop? Shit, man, never my squad go broke
Your squad oughta 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 (Uh-huh)
Through hard work, I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (Yeah)
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (C'mon)
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (That's right)
Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't go no cake (Uh-uh)
When you all fucked up and can't get no break (Uh-huh)
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 (Uh)
Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (Yeah)
Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (C'mon)
Propellers, goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us (Yeah)
They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
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