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Let it go
(Let this life go)
Let go
(Time is passin' the cops come)
Big beef, big with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the of the lines as we growl, motherfucker

We are livin' in the motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations, if it don't go now
That mean was wrong
Can you yourself with that question?
Or the What the fuck do you believe in?

Say to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' my cat eye, dead eye
Ain't to flame a rat up
But I hot out

My album hit the
We for record sales
Hit my liquor
Let my learn about in jail

the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit, pit bulls in the bull pen
Make a fine, no
If you like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your on
Gambini got his mash on and now we be blastin'

I'm married to the game and year's the same
Bullets rain all
and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the if niggas give you the reason

Never was the type to be and duckin' and weavin' by the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in cell
my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the with the biz, baby, the industry's hell worth it

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)

in, they grill and get the real
'Cuz expressions can a lot
Threw my in your progress
And you I seen a lot

The got us dressin' and impressin'
We a lot
Confessions get us blessings from the
We sin a lot

will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to find a why
I'm a Bad Boy, they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

It's P. Diddy
Do or
give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no
Tigh are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition,
You let me down, the guy that got me's fell down

And mami wants to out
So bought the best
Yes, stress more
Fresh out the foster

If I had a talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her 'bout how she had clothes
Can she buy with me?
Come with me, provide me with a gun

Slide the weeded road, get high with me
You don't come weed with me
You need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit, I've on the floor

Who left before a black out
Tear up the house
Comin' out detention or always rat
(Come on, it up, ride through)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to lock you
(Don't let it our way)

Insidious, hiddious, 'cuz she that gets in the club
the prettiest in a mini
Whitiest beefin' with the
Can see just beatin' up

Got even the little pickin' up pennies and nickels
'Cuz fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a
Gotta be

We all our dollar 'till it is the sour element
What kinda is this that I be reapin'
Dippin' and talking' how for money
And ending up going back, we like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know I bring

Yeah, yeah,
See what you do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you do
We can do it anywhere, here, right there
And if you sleep, your dream to a nightmare

Niggas don't creep, no sleep, the heat
They lookin' at me funny, a hoe, get this money
No for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
on my mind, packin' bullets from the mines, muthafucka's

Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When they come to you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
When they to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,
they come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)
Oh, I said, oh,
When come to lock you down
(Don't let it our way)

Oh, I said, oh,