P. Diddy - Lonely lyrics

[P. Diddy] This goes out to my n***a B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest Hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again, that's what's happenin' Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it [Chorus: Kokane] Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Hey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-you-double E-N-Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame respect the game When you hanging on my arm you expect the same And, ecstasy when you s** the Kain I, only link with the wealthiest And only cop j**els if it drop Celsius Now, you can run but you can never hide But, where you go when the temperature rise It's Bad Boy see d**h in ya eyes Kain Cioffe the next on the rise Damagin' sh** hot stamina split You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip Money, music women son we standin' in it HA! [Chorus] [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Don't panic, don't take this for granted I did then still do and always ran it A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain The sh** I spit, burn flames Who's controllin' this I can make the b**hes grin Cause I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan Ain't none of yall seein' ya man Get a grip n***as [Chorus] [Kokane: x2] (On guard, defend your self) It's lonely at the top hey hey