[Produced by Nashiem Myrick]
[Intro: Puffy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf**ers
Get live, motherf**ers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf**ers
Get live, motherf**ers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Now turn the mics up
East Coast, motherf**ers
Turn that mic up
Bad Boy, motherf**ers
Yeah, that beat is knocking to that microphone
Turn that sh** the f** up
Uh, what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh
As we proceed to give you what you need
J.M. motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
9-5, motherf**ers
[Verse 1]
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
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 sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Then the sh** 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
n***as know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
f**ing with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them a**es
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
n***as mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9s
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
9-5, 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
9-5, motherf**ers
[Verse 2]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n***as wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, co*ks**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 nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand 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 Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer co*k, in the fire position and...
[Outro]
Come here, come here, (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? (Come on, man)
Huh? Didn't I tell you not to f** with me? (Come on, man)
Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man)
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
b**h-a** n***a, what? Who shot ya?
[6 gunshots]
[Outro: Puffy]
To give you what you need
9-5, 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
9-5, motherf**ers
East Coast, motherf**er (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
9-5, motherf**ers
Get money, motherf**ers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live, motherf**ers
9-5, motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
J.M. motherf**ers
As we proceeeeeeed to give you what you need… 9-5