just so I could feel just so I could feel tell me don't you know what I think about at night I'll tell you something I'll tell you something I think of you
real just so I could feel just so I could feel tell me don't you know what I think about at night I'll tell you something I'll tell you something I think of you
yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red
You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For a true nighmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids,kids hate cops
head down Duck, don't look now, company missiles Power is raunchy when the cops are watching Make your dreams out of Papier-mache Clinched wasted hate
smart You good to take advice? Alright, nigga get a job And a message to the niggas tryin' to sue me You make me hate the spotlight 'Cause I really wanna
You know who you kiss, you know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies, frienemies The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it Frienemies You
it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say. I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you
off them rats, I ain't really with that Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and think back To when I used to click-clack, makes me angry when I flash back Mo, you
T, better yet that's me Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see Show and prove, I hate to really see What
me Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see Show and prove, I hate to really see What y'all goin through
call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley
I got to get my groove back, you know Been a minute yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin') yeah uh Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started
whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and then you know big, big, you
shit My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit Make me sick, what you eat don't make me shit Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like
