[P. - talking] Ten Yo the sun shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as shine together Better now never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air And when you somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you You that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, make you love me baby It's ten years and we still this motherfucker
[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all up now What the fuck gonna do now?
[50 + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy You know that I'm levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all do now?) I'm the wrong one to And rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke So the thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right) pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers
B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while was with him You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh) Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh) And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon) - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah) Militant, faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah) You in the danger zone, you be alone hands and say it like me The most shady (most shady), Frankie (Frankie baby), fantastic Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic" "Park" did, quick to kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of holocaust (let's go) yours, Frank White
[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. We got the real live shit from to back To my people in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
[P. Aiyyo, it can't dark for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its before the dawn Calms the storm (c'mon) I'm happy Mason now preachin the song (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public say we gon' It ain't another MC that could ya shoes Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I out other MC's tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right) to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like all legit (c'mon) Frank how we did it, go
B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon) The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah) Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name) I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?) No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody off like P. Diddy (woo) wise, I play men Hide money on the Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, Another day in the of the Comission
[P. Oh it ain't over, Banks talk to 'em
[Lloyd + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha) Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah) This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh) So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha) I ain't here to drop knowledge on you (say what?) sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried besides, rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah) And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy (woo) I know the watch ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like it's part of ya religion (yeah)
- 4X
[P. Diddy - talking over you at? you at? you at? you at? I told y'all, ten years from now still be on top just begun Thank you ... you B.I.G. Bad Boy You the rest
Rhymes] Fuck y'all niggaz do?