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Intro: Puff Daddy
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfkers
get live motherfkers -- 2X
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfkers
Bad Boy motherfkers
BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that s**t the fk up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfkers
J.M. motherfkers
9 to 5 motherfkers
Verse One:
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Leap hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigg*, fk all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn thow
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
fkin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
Interlude:
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfkers
get live motherfkers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfkers
Bad Boy motherfkers
Get high motherfkers
Get high motherfkers
Smoke blunts motherfkers
Get high motherfkers
Ready to die motherfkers
9 to 5 motherfkers
Verse Two:
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fk with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
p*ssy when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigg*
Brave nigg*, turned front page nigg*
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my c*ck, in the fire position and...
(Get live motherfkers
Ready to Die motherfkers)
C'mere, c'mere it ain't gotta be like that Big
open your fking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't fk with me? *muf*led* c'mon man Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fk with me?
(as we proceed) c'mon man Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? c'mon man
(9 to 5 motherfkers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfkers) b*tch-ass nigg*, what?
(get live motherfkers) *muf*led sounds, six gun shots*
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Outro: Puff Daddy
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfkers
Get live motherfkers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfkers
Ready to Die motherfkers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfkers
East coast motherfkers
(Who shot ya?)
West coast motherfkers...
West coast motherfkers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfkers
9 to 5 motherfkers
Get money motherfkers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfkers
9 to 5 motherfkers
J.M. motherfkers
J.M. motherfkers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...