Intro: Puffy
 I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit
 I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
 and have some motherfuckin fun
 You understand what it means to be black?
 I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
 I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
 But check this shit out
 Four fives
 As we procced to give you whut you need

 Verse One: Notorious B.I.G

 Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga
 Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga
 Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
 Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
 We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good
 So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood
 Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
 Can't live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts
 Hangin with the niggaz don't pay the bills
 And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills
 So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic
 Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit)
 Columbian Dominican yea whatever
 Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather
 Two keys twenty G's nigga please
 Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

 Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

 On the road to riches and diamond rings
 Real niggaz do real things
 Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
 Real niggaz do real things

 Verse Two: Puff Daddy

 Yea, yea, yea, yea
 I tote gats wit my nigga
 Clap wit my nigga
 Break bread then break backs wit my nigga
 jack wit my nigga
 Cock the latch wit my nigga
 Now how you gonna act wit my nigga
 Just remember there is a gun to your dome
 And i will lick shots and run through your home
 Or better yet i put your son to the chrome
 Turn the music up and unplug the phone
 I will kill him read my lips
 You too motherfucker if i dont see no bricks
 See I flips when I dont see no chips
 Yea nigga
 I know you in pain I dont care nigga
 I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze
 Cock sucker you better bring the things out
 Before i blow your motherfucker frame out
 Nigga what

 Chorus 2X

 Verse Three: Lil' Kim

 Big these niggaz over here talkin shit
 Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz

 What you said speak up
 Cant hear ya
 Oh thought you were talkin to us
 Um pardon me my bad
 I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers
 The open surgery hearth removers
 Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones
 Put a contract out and stop ya lungs
 We powerful dont think that all we got is guns
 We buy out everything you claim including your name
 Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas
 Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz
 Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it
 Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it
 With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl
 Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
 When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
 I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E

 Chorus: Lil' Kim

 On the road to riches and diamond rings
 Real bitches do real things
 Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
 Real bitches do real things

 On the road to riches and diamond rings
 Real bitches do real things
 Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
 Real bitches do real things

 [B.I.G.]
 On the road to riches and diamond rings
 Real niggaz do real things
 Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
 Real niggaz do real things

 On the road to riches and diamond rings
 Real niggaz do real things
 Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
 Real niggaz do real things