[Puff Daddy (speaking)]
 The man you've all been waiting to hear
 Check him out

 [Shyne]
 Let it be understood
 Bad Boy run this
 Brooklyn the A T they pump this
 Punch you in your head
 With this gun shit
 Y'all know  I be on some dumb shit
 I'ma cold kill the niggas that air the block out
 And ten chiller broads that'll wear your cock out
 Cost a half a mil
 That was me you seen hop out
 Stop playin, game over like a lockout
 Serious shit
 I'm the baddest Bad Boy, period shit
 Me and P-U-double-F in the 4 period 6
 Knocking Total
 Carrying weight, flavor, no doubt

 [Pam]
 I'm getting tired being tired of your ways
 You haven't come home or even called me today
 You don't know the pain when I'm being alone
 I'm calling out your name when you're not even home

 [Bridge]
 Cause I need you with me babe
 Can't see you leaving me babe
 Cause I don't know no other road I would go
 And I hope your feelings change
 Come bring your lovin' back to me
 So I can give you what you need and much more

 [Chorus]
 Sitting home waiting for you
 'Cause staring at these walls is all I do
 I try my best to be good to you
 But you're never around when I'm in the mood

 [Kisha]
 All my friends think that I am a fool
 And since you have been gone I've been thinkin so too
 Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong
 We should stay together cause our love is so strong

 [Bridge]

 [Puff Daddy (speaking)]
 Shyne, talk to me one more time

 [Shyne]
 I think it's only right I let it be known
 I was on some multi-platinum melody tone
 Shit 'bout to bury me homes
 Carry my chrome
 Pencil bars, and Continental R's
 Coincidental? Nah
 I was meant to do this
 My speeches, as a foetus
 Meet you at your zenith, you beatless
 I made one you liked, wait I'll make tons
 You better off counting stars
 Than the ho's that I make come
 Hot to death
 I ain't talking rhymes
 I'm talking 'bout this vest, tek
 And the ??cult recovery west??
 From the better we ball
 BK to 2-5
 Nigga Shyne and it's too live
 Say you better nigga you lie
 want to be me, you can't fit the shoe size
 Ho's, room skies, young don
 from um, Brook-lyn, done, gone

 [Chorus]repeat till fade