[Intro: Puff Daddy]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**ers
get live motherf**ers [2X]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherf**ers
Bad Boy motherf**ers
BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that sh** the f** up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
9 to 5 motherf**ers
[Verse One:]
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on n***a, f** all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
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 ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
n***az know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
f**in with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the ma**es
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
n***az mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherf**er whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
[Interlude:]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**ers
get live motherf**ers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherf**ers
Bad Boy motherf**ers
Get high motherf**ers
Get high motherf**ers
Smoke blunts motherf**ers
Get high motherf**ers
Ready to die motherf**ers
9 to 5 motherf**ers
[Verse Two:]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n***az wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, co*k-s**er G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not f** with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand d**hs when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
p**y when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame n***a
Brave n***a, turned front page n***a
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my co*k, in the fire position and...
(Get live motherf**ers
Ready to Die motherf**ers)
C'mere, c'mere (it ain't gotta be like that Big)
open your f**ing mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't f** with me? [muffled] c'mon man
Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to f** with me?
(as we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man)
(9 to 5 motherf**ers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherf**ers) b**h-a** n***a, what?
(get live motherf**ers) [muffled sounds, six gun shots]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
[Outro: Puff Daddy]
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**ers
Get live motherf**ers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherf**ers
Ready to Die motherf**ers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**ers
East coast motherf**ers
(Who shot ya?)
West coast motherf**ers...
West coast motherf**ers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherf**ers
9 to 5 motherf**ers
Get money motherf**ers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherf**ers
9 to 5 motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...