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Puff Daddy (P Diddy) Miscellaneous PE 2000 (Lost Remix) Thanks to cosmicent@hotmail.com and CAppiah@windelsmarx.com for these lyrics. f/ Shyne [Puffy] Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars, Spit on a dial, my Chopard See the reflection of the gods Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka Deem these bitches, stay on the penis I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin' Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest In the shoot fest with the law Got it all, want more, future foreseen Keep the city how for Louie XIV Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list motherfuckas [Chorus] The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot Public Enemy Number One The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh Public Enemy Number One You can say what you want when you talk about me Public Enemy Number One You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me Public Enemy Number One [Shyne] Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin' Remarkable timin' Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs 17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image Y'all finish Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon Louie Vittons, skunk on the back The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace So how could I not be hot? That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks I chew coals & spit diamonds Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks [Chorus] The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot Public Enemy Number One The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh Public Enemy Number One You can say what you want when you talk about me Public Enemy Number One You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me Public Enemy Number One [Shyne] Rather its all from the guns to the brawl Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin' [Puffy] Fuck bein' broke Give that bitch a girdle tell her, "Transport my coke" On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater And lay up in the trunk for months Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat [Shyne] Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4,5,6, ya die quick Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick On some top bill shit, half a mil with [Puffy] Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial Every time, the law got too many loops Fuck my bitches in groups menaga Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder Jets we charter, bring the slaughter [Shyne] Million dollar bracelets Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on [Chorus 2x] The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot Public Enemy Number One The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh Public Enemy Number One You can say what you want when you talk about me Public Enemy Number One You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me Public Enemy Number One |
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