| Hey yo Puff, check this out pa
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| I’m tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka
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| Let’s take it to the next millennium on these bitches
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| You got to keep bubblin on em
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| Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas
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| Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like
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| «Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice»
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| I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice
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| You public enemy number one right now
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| But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit
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| Let’s go
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| That’s that shit right here, whom shall I fear
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| Throw your guns in the air
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| Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way
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| Cause i’m that enemy that you can’t see
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| But you wanna be you ain’t shit to me
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| Playa, It ain’t hard for you to get to me
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| Playa, my real dogs they’ll spit for me
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| So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart
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| I’ve seen em come and I’ve seen em part
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| If you ain’t want beef then why did you start?
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| Front from the light catch shots after dark
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| Suffer, duck or you’ll catch these
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| On the spot, red dots make em all believe
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| Ain’t nobody kicking the rhymes like these
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| See I do the things that they can’t achieve
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| So don’t start bassin' n' I’ll start pacing
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| Bets on that you’ll be disgracing
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| More hotter than the sun
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| I’m living on the run
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| Because i’m public enemy number one
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| One, One, One, One, One
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| One, One, One, One, One
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| Let me ask you, what you got against me?
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| Is it my girl or is it the bentley?
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| Is it my house or maybe its all three
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| I just came up and you’re all against me
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| Now ask yourself, why is he number one?
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| Now ask yourself, who’s done what he’s done?
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| Then ask yourself, you’re fit for the long run?
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| You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
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| Always with God and I don’t swing solo
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| Never back down when I gotta throw dolo
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| Wanna see me out, but I just won’t go though
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| Pretty young things wanna have my photo
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| One in the room hangin' on the wall
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| In rememberance that I rocked 'em all
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| Got no time for those that think small
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| Grill me in the club cause they can’t ball
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| Hate shot callers
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| Hate them ballers
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| Back in control now I call orders
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| It’s no fun fleeing under the gun
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| Cause they got me public enemy number one
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| All you suckers, liars, court testifiers
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| Wanna infiltrate and break my empire
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| I spit lines, hit rhymes
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| Keep dimes sweating
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| Giving them the juice that they’re not gettin'
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| A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor
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| A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer
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| I’m the life saver, the New York mayor
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| Before you try me, you better say your prayers
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| My word to the wise is: «Do not cry»
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| You know that i’m gone then say don’t die
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| I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
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| Thought it was over but I crept from behind
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| Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind
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| Almost 2000 and running out of time
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| Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines
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| A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine
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| Soldiers in position all on the front line
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| Don’t make a move till I give them the sign
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| Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
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| Because i’m public enemy number one
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| Yeah yeah, that’s right Puff
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| That’s what I’m talkin about love
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| Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers
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| These niggas is walkin around like little bitches
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| Talkin about what you got and what they ain’t got
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| They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down
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| But fuck dat, they just mad
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| Cause you got all the ladies
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| And you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys
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| You know? |
| and thats just the way the story goes
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| And thats just the way the story goes
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| Fuck you niggas and hoes
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| You think i’ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?
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| Haha picture that… number one, number one, number one
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| B-I-G forever… rock on |