[Bizzy Bone]
 Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go
 (I was passin til the cops come)
 Big beef  (I was passin til the cops come
 Ready  ready  ready  ready ready.)
 big beefin with the mistress
 for the backs of the lions as we growl mutherfucker
 we all livin in the last motherfuckin day  this is revalations
 if it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong
 and you face yourself with that question, for the answer..
 the fuck do you believe in?

 Let's take a pie to the badguy
 Zero well where my cateye dadeye
 My flavour frame the raddle
 Hot out, hot out of problem
 My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales
 If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales
 Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell)
 This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public
 Made gratafying
 If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction
 L.A. Lugers start your mad punk
 They really got a smash on
 And they would probly blast you

 [Puff Daddy]
 I'm married to the game and every year's the same
 Bullets rain all season
 Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
 Empty the shells and niggas give you the reason
 Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin
 Probly breathin
 My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha]
 From my buck to the world
 Gave my Glock to my girl
 Don't mix the kids with the Benz
 Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin

 [Chorus]

 [Bizzy Bone]
 Ohh playa ohh nigga
 Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4)

 [Puff Daddy]
 Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas
 Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressin
 You guessin I seen a lot
 The papers got it stressin and impressin
 We spin a lot
 Confessions get us blessins from the Lord
 We sin a lot
 Wonderin "Will he let me in or not?"
 I's still tryin ta find a reason why
 Because I'm a bad boy
 They wanna label me a bad guy
 Who am I?

 [Bizzy Bone]
 It's P Diddy muthafucka

 [Puff Daddy]
 Do or die?

 [Bizzy Bone]
 Don't give a fuck motherfucker

 Two strikes no chicken types
 It's the type he bucks ammunition,
 (Pistol shots) buck, bucks ammunition baby
 He's got the flavour the kind that got me still down
 Run around me watch the hill down
 So buck the best I'm hear now
 Yes, best neva gone
 Fresh out the foster home
 If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
 Tell him my head is just blow with a sciness
 Can't you come ride with me? Come ride with me?
 Bubbye me with a gun
 Slide the weed and rum
 Come get high wit me
 You don't talk weed wit me, Bizzy Bone
 You don't leave me anymore
 Leave me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor (Ha ha ha)
 Who dat left before? Blackout tears the stackhouse
 Criminals, detention aren't they always bad
 when I'm thinkin dem (Come on) doctor?

 [Chorus x4]

 Incetiest, hiddyest, grittiest, shittiest
 in the club smack the prettiest in a mini
 Grittiest beef in with the mistress
 Diddy the city I pitty with little kids picking up pennys
 and niggas I thought I brought up with selling book for a living
 making minimum wage like confetti, it's gotta be a mistake
 Y'all oughta don't tell us and it's just those seven elements
 Don't tell us it's those seven elements
 Dippin on in our lips for money and it don't land upon that
 We ready like 45 scripture [Yea]
 Make money like that, nigga, you know what I'm sayin

 [Puff Daddy]
 See what you niggas do to me I do to you
 And if I'm who you came to see then do what you gotta do
 We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
 And if you sleep turn your dream to a nightmare
 Niggas gon creep
 No sleep til the heat
 They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe get this money [Ha ha ha]
 It time for the misfits niggas bring ya clips
 Boys on my mind
 Packin bullets from the mines my brothas

 [Chorus x7