[Intro: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm not with none of that
Standing around, looking cool and shit
I want y'all motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfucking fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man The Notorious B.I.G in the back (Yeah)
I go by the name of The Puff Daddy (Uh)
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of Momma screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga (Uh)
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (Uh-huh)
Whispered in his ear, this is what we got to do, G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz (Uh) and drive the fuck out the hood (Uh-huh)
'Cause baby mama screaming, your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts (Uh)
Hanging with the niggas don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at thirty give a nigga the chills (Uh)
So what we got todo is creep and see a sweet Vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah, whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, nigga, please
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses we don't need
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real niggas do real things
[Verse 2: Diddy]
I tote gats with my nigga, clap with my nigga
Break bread and then break backs with my nigga
Jack with my nigga, cock the latch with my nigga
Now how you gon' act with my nigga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet, I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker, if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care, nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's, motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring them things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out, nigga, what?
I'm not with none of that
Standing around, looking cool and shit
I want y'all motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfucking fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man The Notorious B.I.G in the back (Yeah)
I go by the name of The Puff Daddy (Uh)
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of Momma screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga (Uh)
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (Uh-huh)
Whispered in his ear, this is what we got to do, G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz (Uh) and drive the fuck out the hood (Uh-huh)
'Cause baby mama screaming, your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts (Uh)
Hanging with the niggas don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at thirty give a nigga the chills (Uh)
So what we got todo is creep and see a sweet Vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah, whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, nigga, please
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses we don't need
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real niggas do real things
[Verse 2: Diddy]
I tote gats with my nigga, clap with my nigga
Break bread and then break backs with my nigga
Jack with my nigga, cock the latch with my nigga
Now how you gon' act with my nigga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet, I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker, if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care, nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's, motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring them things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out, nigga, what?
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