Lyrics:
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
My names Talik, I bust a new improved shoes
Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip
Don't let
the real CUP
Dark days, hard times man that won't phase me,
Cuz I'm a D-I-S-C-I-P-L to the E!
D-I-S-C-I-P-L to the E
D-I-S-C-I-P-L to the E
bitch
Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away
(P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch)
When I pull out my nine and pop some times
When you see my
butt (oh yeah)
Gotta give me what I want
Don't matter the time when I'm in the place
You know who gone win if i'm in the race
(Uh chika owe) Pred Boi
matter ah
Even if na to fight anybody
Smoke early morning
Show anybody
Can you see that i’m so in love
Baby girl i go stand by you ou ou
Ha ha, yeah, P!
What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here
Listen, P!
It go beast mode, I live by the street code
I beat foes the fuck up when
like yo- I mean- what the f**k is the point? What’s all that talking for? Talk is cheap. I’m a Ridah n***a
[Chorus]
No matter what I gotta do or where I
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come
..."fucking anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???" Fuck! Uhhhhh! By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin totally fucked. Because I'm
on the link? it's time to feed the trappers
So this what we gone do, Make sure the kids eat their food
No time to play by the rules, break down the bricks load
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Really in the field you just rap about the turf
Coming out of Cali serving packs by the P
Talk about the bay then you know about me
Came from the slumz,
sometimes we gotta find our creator
I defeated Father Time, was raised by Mother Nature
In the projects, tenement walls, sudden withdrawals
A true rebel is
sometimes we gotta find our creator
I defeated Father Time, was raised by Mother Nature
In the projects, tenement walls, sudden withdrawals
A true rebel is
It time to open up the shop my niggas we got clientele
It don’t matter where we at we gone catch a sale
Always got that killa on use u can tell by
I be on the next flight
I be there by tonight baby
Shawty wanna be on the cover of a magazine
Magazine
She go'n do what she want it don't matter to me
put that on my feet
Ricky my pants, you can tell by the strings
Time to go up, nigga just popped a bean
I'm ballin' on niggas, Abdul Kareem
You
the time of night
Promise it's go be all right
Girl I'm right here by yo side
When duty calls
I will always be there for you
No matter what you going thru
peeled off the street
All you do is drag yo feet
Yea You know me all heat but I'm low key
Blowing straight loud by the P
My Drip Slick like grease
Niggaz
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