Puff Daddy - Back to the Basics lyrics

[Verse 1: Twista] I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur Because a motherf**er put these raps in the matrix And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred But there's beauty in the dark, just put it in yo mouth And the flows like mmmmm, like that when you taste it Commin' at n***as like a disciple of d**h, you would think I'm poppin' a rifle or tech, I'm aimin' right for the neck Yo' momma might as well call up the funeral home so she can Right em' a check, a vile of dialect. That's why they feelin' me A trilogy, a horror is what I become so they call me jason vorhee Oops I mean chasin' more cheese, n***as gotta pay some more fees Hot enough to brake a thermometer from another planet I k** em' From here to Andromeda, astronomer because I'm out of the galaxy Challenge me I will disintegrate yo' body like a particle Follow you into a corridor at 4 in the mornin' so I can horrify you Rite before I slaughter you. My boys sayin' they don't think I'm comin' So you know a n***a gotta get em' all. Then Ima' be murderin' em' Like a serial k**er then Ima hide em' in the sealing and the wall f** em' all. n***as will never get next to this I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist. Ima blow up and sit in yo' place Then through up sh** in yo' place like the exorcist You can't mess with this [Hook 2x] Now lets take sh** back to the basics How we used to do sh** With the original sound but still somehow comin' with that new sh** Talk about the way there ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more Don't pause with the heat no more Cause there really ain't nothin' out here to eat no more [Verse 2: Twista] Now a days n***as actin' like they lovin' the dime, used to be some respect But now they just k** em' and stack em' cuz Benjamin Franklin the governer now Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody around you cuz a n***a might f** you Dont't need to be nothin' but k**ers in yo' family that always surround you cuz a n***a Might touch you. Since the recession It's been hard on the streets So a n***a comin' hard on the beats. No order in the hood I remember when n***as would get into it, they would have to take problems to chief Now they don't give a f** who they be shootin' or who they be robbin' or what you ride All they really care about is you got that, and if you let one of these knuckle headed b**hes Know you sittin' on somethin', motherf**ers guna' be at that It's those south side murderers It's them west side k**as' Up north and over east is a beast, what they release be leavin' you desceased f** up anybody that try to do damage, the block is the planet and shorty is too buck For there to be peace, so I carry a piece, but I don't wana' shoot cuz' I already wana' See some of my n***as locked up in jail home, instead of hollerin' at em' on a cell phone R.I.P cuz' my lil' brother Rel' gone. We need to find another way to get it instead of always Being on the attack full of hatred, or get smacked in the face with the reality of d**h If we don't get back to the basics [Hook]