As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 get live motherfuckers    2X

 As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 East coast motherfuckers
 Bad Boy motherfuckers

 BIG   Now turn the mics up
 Turn that mic up  yea that beat is knockin
 to that microphone
 Turn that shit the fuck up
 Uh  what?
 Turn it up louder
 Yea  uh

 As we proceed  to give you
 what you need
 J.M. motherfuckers
 J.M. motherfuckers
 9 to 5 motherfuckers

 Verse One:

 Who shot ya?
 Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
 Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
 It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
 I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
 Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
 Thundering, shaking the concrete
 Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
 Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
 Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

 Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
 Old school new school need to learn though
 I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
 Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
 Peel more skins than Idaho potato
 Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
 Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
 I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
 Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
 Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
 Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
 Everything Around Me, two glock nines
 Any motherfucker whispering about mines
 And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
 You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

 Interlude:

 As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 get live motherfuckers

 As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 East coast motherfuckers
 Bad Boy motherfuckers

 Get high motherfuckers
 Get high motherfuckers
 Smoke blunts motherfuckers
 Get high motherfuckers
 Ready to die motherfuckers
 9 to 5 motherfuckers

 Verse Two:

 I seen the light excite all the freaks
 Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
 Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
 Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
 I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
 One false move, get swiss cheesed up
 Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
 Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
 Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
 Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
 I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
 Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
 You'll die slow but calm
 Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
 So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
 Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
 Puff Daddy flips daily
 I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
 on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
 And my cock, in the fire position and...

 (Get live motherfuckers
 Ready to Die motherfuckers)

 C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
 open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
 don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
 Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
 (as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
 (to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
 (9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
 (get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
 (get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
 (as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

 Outro: Puff Daddy

 ...to give you what you need
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 Get live motherfuckers

 (Who shot ya?)

 Get high motherfuckers
 Ready to Die motherfuckers
 Hah!!
 As we proceed...

 (Who shot ya?)

 ...to give you what you need
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 East coast motherfuckers

 (Who shot ya?)

 West coast motherfuckers...
 West coast motherfuckers... hah!
 As we proceed, to give you what you need
 As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 Get live motherfuckers
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 Get money motherfuckers

 As we proceed
 to give you what you need
 Get live motherfuckers
 9 to 5 motherfuckers
 J.M. motherfuckers
 J.M. motherfuckers
 As we proceeeeeeed
 To give you what you need...
 9 to 5