| Last night was like my last night
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| High as fuck behind the wheel, I almost crashed twice
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| And when you worth half a bill people mad nice
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| But when that money go that’s when all the hunnies go
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| Everything was wonderful until we ended under scope
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| On the corner, Air Force One, Polo to bubble coats
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| We was selling dope
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| I had a key looking like I had a ton of coke
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| Cause I would never let me see me sweat
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| See me stress, no even bet
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| We was up 24 for that paper like CVS
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| Cause they was playing checkers, they really believe in chess
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| We jump pawns, knock down queens and screamin', «check»
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| Cause I was runnin with Big, you was doin it small
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| I was building a bridge, you was hoping it’d fall
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| Cop cook and collect, raise a coke and a straw
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| We been getting this money, these bitches know who we are
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| I’m from a hood where 14 bricks
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| Will have your homie try and do you like Po did Mitch
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| I used to go to my chicks spot like, «hold this brick»
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| Young nigga told me I’m old, I said, «old and rich»
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| Then I said, «you better pray you make it old as this»
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| And when you catch a case, boy, don’t spill them bowl of grits
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| And niggas they break fast when that toaster lick
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| And ain’t no Instagram when they postin' pics
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| Just a bulletin board circling him and his boys
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| Wasn’t ready to lace boots and had Timberlands on
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| I got paper wasn’t doin what all these niggas was doin'
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| I hit the road and I was going wherever Benji was goin'
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| We ate the whole cake crumbs 'til the Entamens gone
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| Made history at night and reminisce in the mornin
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| I’m talkin ten years before Dre put Eminem on
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| Before Roc and G-Unit we had Kiss and them on
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| I’m talkin more Styles than P before Biggie was gone
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| And almost twenty years later still Biggie we mourn
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| Baby baby, yeah, baby baby
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| Yeah, these harlem streets raised me
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| Mama know she made me a million dollar baby
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| Look at me now, shit’s crazy
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| Water rising fast, I’m sinkin'
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| Water rising fast, I’m sinkin'
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| Drift and I’m so far away from shore
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| So unsure, so unsure
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| Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody
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| Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me
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| La Cosa Nostra, move like we’re supposed to
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| Rich like Oprah, bitch, hold the toaster
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| We in the Benz Sprinter right on the sofa
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| Inside’s cream, the outside’s mocha
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| Coffee color, I buy a bitch a fur coat to match the yorkie color
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| Of course he rugged, mean dreams that haunt a brother
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| Still haunt me
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| Facing times square nigga, you can’t taunt me
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| I’m a rocket, you can’t launch me
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| Gift of soul, drift cool rides along me
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| Go ahead and Diddy Pop
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| Flying through a city block sittin' in a pretty drop
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| Acting like a idiat, yeah, I mean idiot
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| Millions on these diamonds, shit, lookin hidious
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| But I know my mind probably came from the pyramids
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| And I’m in a zone on my own, be clear of it
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| Water rising fast, I’m sinkin'
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| Water rising fast, I’m sinkin'
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| Drift and I’m so far away from shore
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| So unsure, so unsure
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| Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody
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| Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Help Me , by - Puff Daddy. Song from the album MMM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп