First things first  I poppa  freaks all the honies
 Dummies  playboy bunnies  those wantin money
 Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan
 but penetration  unless it smells like sanitation
 Garbage  I turn like doorknobs
 Heart throb  never  black and ugly as ever
 However  I stay Coogi down to the socks
 Rings and watch filled with rocks
 And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
 Girls pee pee when they see me
 Navajos creep me in they tee pee
 As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
 Stop it - if you think they gonna make a prophet
 Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
 Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
 in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
 I don't know what the hell's stoppin ya
 I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya
 Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin
 First I talk about how I dresses this
 In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses
 The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
 Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
 climax that your man can't make
 Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
 and sing the break

 Chorus:

 One more chance
 Biggie give me one more chance

 Verse Two:

 She's sick of that song on how it's so long
 Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
 There I is; Major Payne like Damon Wayans
 Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan
 Schemin, don't leave ya girl round me
 True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
 You ringin bells with bags from Chanel
 Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
 Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
 She beeped me, meet me at twelve
 Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
 While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
 Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
 Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
 Nuttin left to do but send her home to you
 I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
 We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
 The envy of all women, crush linen
 Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em
 The finest women I love with a passion
 Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
 High fashion - flyin into all states
 Sexin me while ya man masturbates
 Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
 Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
 Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
 I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

 Chorus