Lyrics:
P. Diddy
what's going on
Jermaine Dupri
Tell me
P. Diddy
People dying
People crying
Lord help us
Bono
Mother, Mother
There's too many of you
all
I don't care what you're gonna say
I don't give a fuck anyway
I'm not sure what I'm gonna do
Starting to doubt everything I
Ever thought was true
I
goodbye if that mean- (BANG)
(Hey Hunter. Bro, can you call me back as soon as you can?
Brian O.D.’d on… Brian O.D.’d last night bro
I don’t know what
young girls want to be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow
fair
The hounds and horses are victims too
Cause of everything that you put them through
You beat up sabs what's that gonna do?
Cos best believe
We're
no choice to go see what that field like
All you hear is, clap clap, tell me bae, do that shit feel right
They gon' try to ride my wave
Lil' bro gon'
shit at all
What type of shit u on
How u gonna find some one to put you on
When u just sit at home
Don't be asking, I can't give no loan
lil boy you
this music industry lacking human empathy
That isn't gonna back you 'less what you produce is gimmicky
Not worth losing dignity over stupid trickery
myself back there, yeah
Those them good good times
By now
Most of ya know that
I went back to school
Five years ago
Studied audio at REC dubba you
Know
with the mic and you want to flip
I`m the rap bounty hunter and it`s time to get yo ass whipped
Yeah, I`m comin' from the streets, pop
And please
are gettin shorter dem friends are gonna hold me down
Struggle with the people in my life I do not keep around
Waitin For the call you better call
what you saw, where Im from, pulling hammers bruh. Riding through your city or your town, just like a phantom Bitch. Meeting in a park, for a bounty
hunters wanna check me for my nickel bag greed
I'll be smoking 'til my eyes bleed, red
Meet me if you can then proceed ahead, reach for what you need now
and watch my baby smile
That's what I might do , if I had a mind to
No, I don't want to blow my horn, no telling how many souls I've worn
And what kind
My fecal with the sewer rats
Shaka shaka zulu, huh
New year 30 new you's
What we should do
Is move the fuck on
Walk through the valley yes I walk
you/ Don’t slip up wit me nigga
Promise imma do what I gotta do Just to feed mine/ And I aint go problem helping you meet GOD
My Nigga
Chorus 2x’s
In
my God!
You're probably wonderin what the
Fuck I'm doing, baby I don't know
I'm just shootin lines, movin dimes
Boostin rides i'm a stupid guy
Rappin
what I Was told
Niggas with a sim and a phone
Remember why you started
Man just trap for a coat
But you do what u choose
2 gz On a goose
Broski got
to be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow some hairs and when ya
for you yet another encore.
Welcome to my masquerade ball
Names are names and faces are shields.
Who are we to question why.
But I will not blame
Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of America
I just want to help you all but
All I do is stare
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
you got a pump
You aimin' that bitch in the sky you chump
Point that motherfucker this way and dump
Oh what you scared to go to the pen?
Thinkin'
happy
I'm happy as fuck, is what I would say
And I think that there's a lotta people
Out there that think somehow or another
You're gonna
Get to some
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