| Baby this is your last dance; |
| you know how you do it
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| There’s no nigga like you and there’ll never be another nigga like you
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| Put your foot on these motherfuckers necks
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| Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em
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| As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low
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| Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
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| Hard top six-four, I’m Diddy no tint
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| I can’t hide in New York City
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| I’m 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
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| Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted on her breast
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| I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it)
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| Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted
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| 1990-Raw I showed you ice
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| You ain’t know who Jacob was so I showed you twice
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| When it was +All About the Benjamins+ I had two bezels on my arm
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| Like a Don’s supposed to, Sean
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| Ride with a chaffeur in Gucci loafers
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| And switch to All Stars without losin focus
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| These rap niggas hopeless (hopeless) you can change the locks
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| But I’ma shine for niggas that ain’t know Big
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| Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, nowwwww
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| It feels good to see the sun in the mornin
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| I’m tired of feelin that the people are talkin
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| I heard a rumor that things ain’t changin
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| But Lord knows that we gon' make it
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| Oooooooooooooooooooh
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| The world famous
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| As we proceed
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| To give you what you need
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| It’s been so long
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| It’s been so real
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| So magnificent, thank you
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| Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big)
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| And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs (take 'em out)
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| If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef
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| Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby)
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| Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief
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| Other times I put «Life After Death» on and peep
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| We ride (we ride) what’s a four door Bentley Coupe
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| Without my nigga on the passenger side?
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| And still I try (I try) to get money stay fly
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| Finish the race, holdin my crown high (take that)
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| I fly next to God, my eyes on the prize
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| Been away a long time but now I’m reenergized
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| (AS WE PROCEED) The life and times of a mastermind (c'mon)
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| Dedicate every breath to claim my designs (it's mine)
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| And the day I die, let a G4 fly
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| And dump my ashes over N. Y
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| Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name
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| I told you I was gon' be great ma
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| I TOLD YOU I WAS GON' BE SOMEBODY!
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| Ohhh! |
| Feel so good
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| Feel so free
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| Put your fists in the air, AOWWWW!
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| I’m the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules
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| And do what I do by any means (c'mon)
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| Call him necessary, the great visionary
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| Born extrordinary, a life legendary
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| Who else put flows out, that put clothes out
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| Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out
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| Nine-six Big showed me what to do
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| But deep in my heart, this is «No Way Out II» (let's rock)
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| I spend absurd money, private bird money
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| That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money (you know what it is)
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| Old habits die hard, the Vanguard award winner
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| New York torch gripper, O.G. |
| of the floss nigga
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| I’m seein visions like I did a bag of angel dust
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| This is life when you black rich and dangerous
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| I’m with God, I’ma live on forever
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| Bad Boy for life bitch, nobody does it better (nobody)
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| Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name
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| I’m in the best shape of my life!
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| Y’all know my name, y’all know my motherfuckin name
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| YEAH! |
| YOU CREATED THIS MONSTER!
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| IT’S SO INSPIRATIONAL, IT’S SO REAL
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| BAD BOY BITCH!
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| So there y’all have it
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| Words from a wise, great King
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| We love it when you speak the truth daddy
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| Don’t ever stop, please
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| Don’t ever stop |