Puff Daddy/P. Diddy

Puff Daddy/P. Diddy - Pain lyrics

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Uncle Puffy  can you read us a bedtime story?
 Please  huh  please?

 [Puff Daddy]
 Alright check this out right here...

 Woke up smoked up  broked up
 What I had left and rolled up  lit it
 Had a shorty that I brought home  hit it
 Sent her on her way I got no time today
 With all this work I got no time to play
 Cash come and go  and I want mine to stay
 Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day
 I get an unfair play then the stairway
 That's why I'm like TWA, the airway
 Niggas wantin to believe what they heard through hear say
 Hopin I'll forget it
 Check the mail it's a letter from jail from Hobokken
 I opened and I read it it said:

 What da deal son?
 It's ya nigga Teals in the field in this beel son
 I'ma have to feel one
 On the run with a gun, can't walk with it down and can't conceal one
 What to do?
 I dont' know if ya knew
 A kid, true, up in 1-2-2 he plottin to get you
 Now here's due
 You just do what need doin
 Let's not forget these niggas be bleedin' too , one

 OK good
 Those cats don't keep it real as they should
 Heard they don't pay good
 Standing around all day wishin they could
 But this green fufills they dreams
 They ain't a team
 Answering machine on screen
 Phone rings, it was Alene from Queens
 Head was mean
 Had a head for skeems
 Told her she could head the scene
 But she played her hand proper now you can't stop her

 Hey yo what up Playboy?
 I'm out in Saint Croix
 Whats up cats say they real, but they toys
 I heard ya doin' it though
 And you and ya flow
 Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
 What up yo?
 Whathca wanna rip shop up on his block?
 Or I could leave him dead in his bed with his dick robbed

 [Puff Daddy]
 Na Boo, I'ma show you how I do
 Just hit me when you get up top
 Or come one through

 Now I'm doin inventory
 Guns, clips, vest, bullets
 So when I pull it it's the end of story
 Leavin my men in glory
 Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
 I know she down for me
 Yeah, sneak up on em like a car theif
 These niggas mad cause it's my party
 And my Benz is wide-bodied
 Despise me, like the feds despise Godi
 I kill for a hobby and latenly lobby
 So try me, go 'head and take a bite
 Might as well say good night
 Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light
 Now if it's wrong make it right
 Not tommarow, tonight
 They barkin I know the bite
 Jumped in the B-N-Z
 Niggas gonna see the E-N-D
 Fuckin with me
 See I knew he was a snake out the ground
 Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
 Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds
 Thoughts in my head goin 'round
 It's goin down
 Pull up to his block, I'ma put it to his knock
 But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be him
 Damn, ride around for a minute
 Thinkin bout the pain that Hell brings
 Interupted by a cell ring
 Yeah yeah...

 (Hey Boo come and get me I'm here)
 (Where?)
 (Titaburough)

 Give me a few
 It was like I flew
 Felt kinda strange it was like I knew
 Pulled up around 2, late like I do
 With the urge to bug, she gave me a nervous hug
 And when I heard the slugs
 What I saw on the blur was thugs
 Tryin to soak my fur with blood
 Dropped to the curb and ducked
 Pulled out the fifth up behind the car like
 "How I'm gon' get out this shit?"
 These niggas don't know what they about to get
 A one way ticket to Hell my gun dealt
 Bust my gun at three and one fell
 The other two, waitin' to see what I'ma do

 [Men's Voice In Backround]

 [Puff Daddy]
 Peeped around the car slowly
 Then I let 'em have the whole week
 Man there's six million ways to die
 And you chose me
 But I'm an OG
 And in the distance is police
 I'm still bustin tryin to kill something
 And I can't hide the fact that I feel something
 I feel this thing, like in a minute, I won't feel a thing
 The two cats jumped in the blue AT
 I fired one shot, they fired two back
 They murked off in the night
 I get them fools back, man they ain't seen the last of me
 But I'm bleeding rapidly
 Shot up in the stomach and that wasn't how it had to be
 Heartbeat failin, car alarm wailin
 Couldn't walk straight then the firearm fell
 Now I'm thinkin how this bitch played me
 Then I faded
 (Sigh
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