featuring Bizzy Bone 
[Bizzy Bone] 
Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go 
(I was passin til the cops come) 
Big beef  (I was passin til the cops come 
Ready  ready  ready  ready ready.) 
big beefin with the mistress  
for the backs of the lions as we growl mutherf***er 
we all livin in the last motherf***in day  this is revalations 
if it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong 
and you face yourself with that question, for the answer.. 
the f*** do you believe in? 

Let's take a pie to the badguy 
Zero well where my cateye dadeye 
My flavour frame the raddle 
Hot out, hot out of problem 
My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales 
If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales 
Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell) 
This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public 
Made gratafying 
If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction 
L.A. Lugers start your mad punk 
They really got a smash on 
And they would probly blast you 

[Puff Daddy] 
I'm married to the game and every year's the same 
Bullets rain all season 
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in 
Empty the shells and niggas give you the reason 
Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin 
Probly breathin 
My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha] 
From my buck to the world 
Gave my Glock to my girl 
Don't mix the kids with the Benz 
Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin 

[Chorus] 
[Bizzy Bone] 
Ohh playa ohh nigga 
Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4) 

[Puff Daddy] 
Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas 
Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressin 
You guessin I seen a lot 
The papers got it stressin and impressin 
We spin a lot 
Confessions get us blessins from the Lord 
We sin a lot 
Wonderin "Will he let me in or not?" 
I's still tryin ta find a reason why 
Because I'm a bad boy 
They wanna label me a bad guy 
Who am I? 

[Bizzy Bone] 
It's P Diddy muthaf***a 

[Puff Daddy] 
Do or die? 

[Bizzy Bone] 
Don't give a f*** motherf***er 

Two strikes no chicken types 
It's the type he bucks ammunition, 
(Pistol shots) buck, bucks ammunition baby 
He's got the flavour the kind that got me still down 
Run around me watch the hill down 
So buck the best I'm hear now 
Yes, best neva gone 
Fresh out the foster home 
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist 
Tell him my head is just blow with a sciness 
Can't you come ride with me? Come ride with me? 
Bubbye me with a gun 
Slide the weed and rum 
Come get high wit me 
You don't talk weed wit me, Bizzy Bone 
You don't leave me anymore 
Leave me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor (Ha ha ha) 
Who dat left before? Blackout tears the stackhouse 
Criminals, detention aren't they always bad 
when I'm thinkin dem (Come on) doctor? 

[Chorus x4] 
Incetiest, hiddyest, grittiest, shittiest 
in the club smack the prettiest in a mini 
Grittiest beef in with the mistress 
Diddy the city I pitty with little kids picking up pennys 
and niggas I thought I brought up with selling book for a living 
making minimum wage like confetti, it's gotta be a mistake 
Y'all oughta don't tell us and it's just those seven elements 
Don't tell us it's those seven elements 
Dippin on in our lips for money and it don't land upon that 
We ready like 45 scripture [Yea] 
Make money like that, nigga, you know what I'm sayin 

[Puff Daddy] 
See what you niggas do to me I do to you 
And if I'm who you came to see then do what you gotta do 
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there 
And if you sleep turn your dream to a nightmare 
Niggas gon creep 
No sleep til the heat 
They lookin at me funny, f*** a hoe get this money [Ha ha ha] 
It time for the misfits niggas bring ya clips 
Boys on my mind 
Packin bullets from the mines my brothas 

[Chorus x7]
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