Verse One: Styles



My click is in it til it's over, never sober

Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover

Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger

The young Don, the Heron mover

You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle

Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle

So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz

Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas

Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop

Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered

Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money

It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny

Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give

But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po

Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa

Yo, it's the style see it's still the same

And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane

Papi know my face, so he don't expect it

Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it

Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him

He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him

I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept

I take my last breath every time I hit the meth

It's the D to the E, M to the O N

Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin

Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap

Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat

Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine

From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine



Chorus: Puff Daddy



I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit

That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit

That nigga that you can't get along wit

Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit

That nigga that you see in the videos

That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes

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