Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint I can't hide in New York City I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990 Raw, I showed you ice You ain't know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars without losin' focus These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big Do seem like my future's here now It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it Tell me who shot Big And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep We ride, what's a four door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my eyes on the prize Been away a long time but now I'm re-energized The life and times of a mastermind Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine And the day I die, let a G4 fly And dump my ashes over N.Y. Do seem like my future's here now It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no rules And do what I do by any means Call him necessary, the great visionary Born extraordinary, a life legendary Who else put flows out that put clothes out? Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out Nine-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird money That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award winner New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black, rich and dangerous I'm with God, I'ma live on forever Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it better Do seem like my future's here now It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it So there y'all have it Words from a wise great king We love it when you speak the truth, daddy Don't ever stop, please, don't ever stop © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; EMI HASTINGS CATALOG INC; ANIYA NICOLE PUBLISHING; FORAY MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; 2 DAUGHTERS MUSIC; JANICE COMBS PUBLISHING INC; CHRISTIAN COMBS MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com