that, you're the girl for me So what's it gonna, what's it gonna be? What's it gonna be yea? What's it gonna be? What's it gonna be yea? (Platnum) When
B) Just like that, they say learn from your mistakes But we plan to perfection, so we don't plan to misplace (round and round and round and back again) and I do
's coming after She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!' I do all right but I'm never satisfied I'm told when you still love what you do it
you can run you can do what you want to but you you know you aint gonna do nothing when its time, its your time you are the prime target you have become
Whats wrong with you, let her do what she wannaa [Chorus (2x)] Aye homie whats wrong with you That bitch don't belong to you [2x] Bet she don't go home with you
seed The family is granite and you can't intercede I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed We the house, you the player and we gonna
me, get out Plus, I'm the only one that know what it's about I gotta stay calm to figure it out It's good to relax, stop, shout You know, you gotta
Gladiators we come to your house like Pimp say (no shit) Uh huh and guess what? (what?) We ain't doin it for no money (what you doin it for nigga?) Haha
Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time, kid When you and I verse at war And your verse at core for what you thought before Steppin' up into a zone you
oh what you think, T I P and them sweet? Don't sleep, get you hit from your head to your feet And you don't know me, I'm fin' ta introduce you to the
Eh yo what's up playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest
couple of pies 'Cause I will survive, brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you
this? My semi leave you chestless There ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young buttadundy shit that you won't do So go ahead with
you get all in yo brain You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop From day 'til it's dark with the fat man scoop Now you spook, you heard Lox
O to the X you'll see Chorus: Puff Daddy Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun
-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims And a system that leave my rear views trembling Whatchu gonna do
niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got
