Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reverse, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reverse |
| I’ll never stop |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| If it’s me against a million billion of ya’ll mother fuckers |
| I will never stop |
| I bust six out the roof of my bentley coup |
| Head shots so mother fuckers can’t regroup, can’t recoup |
| I’ll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name |
| Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, i’mma make a hit nigga |
| Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga |
| Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low |
| Hit me later young, and i’m at the award show |
| Bank account ten digits and it’s all «o's» |
| I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes |
| Come on, you can even ask don juan |
| It’s official now, they all rock sean john |
| Might have to change my name to strong arm |
| You came to get money man? |
| That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since nicolas bond |
| Poppin’and choppin’until the day that i’m gone |
| Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle |
| Prominent premier, premium bravo |
| Watch him explain ain’t nothin’but blood thug crime though |
| Shots in the spinal, from my rivals |
| Cross the t’s and dot the i’s and |
| Pay the judge, drop the top we’ll mess around |
| Shit, it’s the kid rapper’s feelin' |
| You cowards don’t know? |
| i’d rather be racketeerin’somewhere |
| Bustin’shots in the atmosphere and |
| Not caring, fuckin’the proscecutor at my hearin' |
| Money laundering, honies wondering |
| Who me? |
| i reply casually |
| Come what god would be if he was a straight g Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride |
| Yo yo yo, it’s your hide |
| Grab the rope and yell rawhide |
| Front line is pussy, call off sides |
| I’m focus but my hand is cross-eyed |
| I left my gun home, here borrow mine |
| Pop the nine like a judge «all rise» |
| This gun’ll knock plants off tall guys |
| We value-packs, y’all small fries |
| (yo, i’m from the projects) |
| Yo, but on the floor tied |
| Don’t matter, we’ll take up all size |
| Truly yours doc, then ppp hide, my name is Since five, i talk jive |
| In church dressed in cordoroy ties |
| Now i’m grown up and been married four times |
| Besides, i’m just a sight for soar eyes |
| Brick city, known pop the door wide |
| Stolen bonneville in new york high |
| Reversin’the plot |
| Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot |
| If i miss, circlin’the block, servin’the pot |
| And i be the person to watch |
| If your girl missin’the rock, purse and a watch |
| Hot as it gets, from hell came outta you debts |
| Buy the cassette, rewind it to death |
| Alota y’all sweat it, you try to forget |
| How i rock shit from n.y. |
| to tibet |
| You got it to bet? |
| that’s just how you got into debt |
| You lost when you nodded your neck |
| Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect |
| Take the voice that you try to project, check |
| Darin’you to kid, cat shootin’sperm in you wiz |
| I’m why you smell herb in the crib |
| Man i’m out for doubtful, shit i spit a mouthful |
| Indo out-do, intro to outro |
| I’m the hottest thing spittin’so go warn your clique |
| Them niggas y’all look up to is on my dick |
| Sauce motherfuckin’born to hit |
| I get so far up in your ass, think i was on some shit |
| Look, you against me is really nothin’to see |
| Who, when, where, what it’s gon’be |
| I don’t give a fuck if it’s he or she |
| I’m the virgin of hip hop |
| Nobody fuckin’with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga |
| Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga |
| Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' |
| Always the suzuki side kick nigga |
| Bitches don’t cast stones down, they throw bricks |
| Why i come through and tell 'em to blow dick |
| These nigga’s the nicest? |
| no, go fish |
| Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit |
| You’re treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated |
| Observe it from over there, ok Ain’t it obvious we overheated |
| You talkin’that slick shit |
| But i jus’know that you meant me But evidently, you don’t know |
| I get your ass gone permanently |
| It ain’t complex |
| I’ll just bang holes or you’re ablin’to ask who next |
| Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps |
| Come on and get some of our gun craps |
| I’ll straighten out the nigga now |
| When i snap, make your chest cavity collapse |
| When i glide the entire map |
| With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when i eat, i mean i lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, i’m not scared |
| Sucka, you heard what i said |
| If you don’t wanna get dead |
| No it ain’t no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla |
| The mo’scrilla the more real-la, i live to rule |
| Don’t hold me back, you bet |
| How many nigga’s think they fuckin’with mines |
| A nigga god blessed with such an undeniable shine |
| I hope you know there’s nothin’fresher |
| The manifester apply the pressure |
| Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester |
| Now fix your fuckin’face up Empty the chest of drawers before i stretch your jaw |
| Everybody hit the fuckin’floor |
| Only the real mother fuckers belong |
| I hope nigga’s don’t end the party before we finish the song |
| (bitch nigga) |
| You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past |
| When i used to pull spine outcho ass |
| Live nigga’s go stack money, continue to bill shit |
| Long as i’m in this fucker i’m determined to kill shit |
| Zap nigga’s like cellular flips and swell up your lips |
| Fuck with so much dick in their ass it’s shrinkin’her hen house |
| Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger |
| Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas |