[Puff Daddy In Child's Uncle Puffy can you read us a story? Please huh
Daddy] Alright check this out here...
Woke up smoked up up What I had left and up lit it Had a that I brought home hit it her on her way I got no time today With all this work I got no to play Cash come and go and I want to stay of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair then the stairway why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin to believe they heard through hear say Hopin forget it Check the mail it's a letter from from Hobokken I opened and I read it it
da deal son? It's ya nigga in the field in this beel son have to feel one On the run with a gun, can't walk with it down and conceal one to do? I dont' if ya knew A kid, true, up in 1-2-2 he to get you Now due You do what need doin Let's not these niggas be bleedin' too , one
OK Those cats don't keep it real as should Heard don't pay good around all day wishin they could But this green fufills dreams They ain't a machine on screen Phone rings, it was Alene from was mean Had a for skeems Told her she head the scene But she played her hand proper now you stop her
Hey yo up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Whats up cats say they real, but toys I heard ya doin' it And you and ya Some wanna ruin ya show? up yo? Whathca rip shop up on his block? Or I could leave him dead in his bed with his dick
Daddy] Na Boo, show you how I do Just hit me you get up top Or one through
Now I'm doin Guns, clips, vest, So when I it it's the end of story Leavin my men in get shorty to hold a pound for me I she down for me Yeah, sneak up on em a car theif These niggas mad cause it's my And my Benz is me, like the feds despise Godi I kill for a hobby and latenly So try me, go 'head and a bite Might as well say night Try to put me in the dark, I don't it light Now if it's wrong it right Not tommarow, barkin I know the bite Jumped in the Niggas gonna see the Fuckin me See I knew he was a out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my goin 'round goin down Pull up to his block, I'ma put it to his But, I don't see him, wanna be him Damn, ride around for a Thinkin bout the pain that Hell by a cell ring yeah...
(Hey Boo and get me I'm here) (Where?) (Titaburough)
me a few It was like I Felt kinda strange it was like I Pulled up 2, late like I do With the urge to bug, she gave me a hug And I heard the slugs I saw on the blur was thugs Tryin to soak my fur with to the curb and ducked Pulled out the up behind the car like "How I'm gon' get out shit?" These niggas don't know what about to get A one way ticket to Hell my gun my gun at three and one fell The other two, waitin' to see I'ma do
Voice In Backround]
[Puff around the car slowly Then I let 'em have the whole Man there's six ways to die And you me But I'm an OG And in the is police I'm still bustin tryin to kill And I can't hide the that I feel something I feel thing, like in a minute, I won't feel a thing The two cats jumped in the AT I fired one shot, fired two back They murked off in the I get them fools back, man they ain't the last of me But I'm bleeding Shot up in the and that wasn't how it had to be Heartbeat failin, car alarm Couldn't walk straight then the fell Now I'm thinkin how bitch played me Then I (Sigh)