As we proceed to give you what you need 
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers 
As we proceed to give you what you need 
East Coast, motherfuckers 
Bad Boy, motherfuckers 
As we proceed to give you what you need
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers 
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
Its on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin beef
I can hear sweat tricklin down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thunderin, shakin the concrete
Then the shit stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn, like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with B.I.G., it aint safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me, two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines 
And Im Crooklyns finest 
You rewind this, Bad Boys behind this 
As we proceed to give you what you need 
9-5, motherfuckers 
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need 
East Coast, motherfuckers
Bad Boy, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers 
Smoke blunts, motherfuckers 
Get high, motherfuckers 
Ready to die, motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers 
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cocksucker, Gs up
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, Im the don
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
Youll die slow but calm
Recognize my face so there wont be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and—
Come here, come here 
Open your fucking mouth, open your—
Didnt I tell you dont fuck with me? Huh?
Didnt I tell you not to fuck with me? Huh?
 Look at you now, huh? 
Cant talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
Bitch-ass nigga, what?
Who shot you?
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers 
Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed 
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfucker 
West Coast, motherfuckers 
West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need 
Get live, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers 
Get money, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need 
Get live, motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
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