Pharrell Williams - P.E. 2000 (Neptunes Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, this is the remix Ha, ha, yeah, Neptunes baby, as we proceed Yeah, Bad Boy motherf**er [Puff Daddy] That's that sh** right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get down, let your soouull lead the way Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see But you wanna be you ain't sh** to me Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart I've seen em come and I've seen em part You ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer, duck or you'll catch these On the spot, red dots make em all believe Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these See I do the things that they can't achieve So don't start ba**in' I'll start placing Bets on that you'll be disgracing More hotter than the sun I'm living on the run Because i'm public enemy number one Chorus: One, One, One,One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) (Bad Boy Motherf**er) [Puff Daddy] Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe its all three I just came up and you're all against me But ask yourself, why is he number one? Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think its a game you sh**tin the wrong one Always with God and I don't swing solo Never back down when I gotta throw dolo Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though Pretty young things wanna have my photo One in the room hangin' on the wall In rememberance that I rocked 'em all Got no time for those that think small Grill me in the club cause they can't ball Hate shot callers Hate them ballers Back in control now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun Cause they got me public enemy number one Chorus: One, One, One,One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) (Bad Boy Motherf**er) [Puff Daddy] s**ers, liars, court testifiers Wanna infiltrate and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes Keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New York mayor Before you try me, you better say your prayers My word to the wise is: "Do not try" Do you know that i'm gone then say don't die I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme Thought it was over but I crept from behind Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind Almost 2000 and running out of time Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine Soldiers in position all on the front line Don't make a move till I give them the sign Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son I'm public enemy number one Chorus: One, One, One,One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) One, One, One (Make it hot, daddy, make it hot) (Bad Boy Motherf**ers) x 4 Make it hot, daddy, make it hot Make it hot, daddy, make it hot Make it hot, daddy, make it hot Make it hot, daddy, make it hot Bad Boy Motherf**ers