this one. So take me, away. So take me, away. It?s brought me down, away from all I know. soft singing So take me, away. Take me, today. Take me, away. Take me, away
look at me now bitch [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker
go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go bad, good girls go bad I know your type, you're daddy's little girl Just take a bite (One bite) Let me
, play you trife Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time Is it still me baby? The
of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take
me aint being cocky we just vindicated, best believe that when were done This moment will be syndicated, I don't know this night just reminds me of everything that they deprived me
fives, twenties, tens and bens completely separate. Yea, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket. We in recession, but let take a crack at it. I'll probably take
heck of it But keep the fives, twenties, hiz and biz completely separate And yeah I'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession, but let me take
the fives, twentys (?) completely separate And yeah I'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take
fives, twentys (?) completely separate And yeah I'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take whatevers
monkey on my back hundred thousand dollar stack yearr aint heard, used serve five bird like a Pontiac rewind me back and you know where they used to find me
in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a
the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me
dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me
Got a five in my pocket Wanna buy me some gin A drop of gas in my tank Let me think it over again 'Cause I'd rather be drunk And drive away from here
***, spray these suckas, then I cruise My granny saw it on the news She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move I tried to get away but I
