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Diddy - We
Gon' Make It
(feat. Jack Knight)
[Intro]
Baby this is your last dance;
you know how you do it
There's no nigga like you
and there'll never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers
necks
Do it to 'em daddy, do it
to 'em
[Diddy]
As my, Daytons spin lowrider
sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you
can taste my rims
Hard top six-four, I'm Diddy
no tint
I can't hide in New York
City
I'm 'bout it in the South,
sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts
with Bad Boy tatted on her breast
I done been there and did
it (I done been there and did it)
Ten years without gettin
sweat inside my Yankee fitted
1990-Raw I showed you ice
You ain't know who Jacob
was so I showed you twice
When it was (All About the
Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,
Sean
Ride with a chaffeur in
Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars
without losin focus
These rap niggaz hopeless
(hopeless) you can change the locks
but I'ma shine for niggaz
that ain't know Big
[Chorus: Jack Knight]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's,
here, nowwwww
It feels good to see the
sun in the mornin
I'm tired of feelin that
the people are talkin
I heard a rumor that things
ain't changin
But Lord knows that we gon'
make it
Oooooooooooooooooooh
[Diddy - over Chorus]
The world famous
As we proceed
To give you what you need
It's been so long
It's been so real
So magnificent, thank you
[Diddy]
Tell me who shot Big (who
shot Big)
And take the bullets out
of 2Pac's ribs (take 'em out)
If I could I would reverse
the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and
boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby)
Sometimes I get drunk, for
stress relief
Other times I put "Life
After Death" on and peep
We ride (we ride) what's
a four door Bentley Coupe
without my nigga on the
passenger side?
And still I try (I try)
to get money stay fly
Finish the race, holdin
my crown high (take that)
I fly next to God, my eyes
on the prize
Been away a long time but
now I'm reenergized
(AS WE PROCEED) The life
and times of a mastermind (c'mon)
Dedicate every breath to
claim my designs (it's mine)
And the day I die, let a
G4 fly
and dump my ashes over N.Y.
[Chorus]
[Diddy - over Chorus]
Y'all know my name, y'all
know my motherfuckin name
I told you I was gon' be
great ma
I TOLD YOU I WAS GON' BE
SOMEBODY!
Ohhh!! Feel so good
Feel so free
Put your fists in the air,
AOWWWW!!
[Diddy]
I'm the King of all Kings,
I abide by no rules
and do what I do by any
means (c'mon)
Call him necessary, the
great visionary
Born extrordinary, a life
legendary
Who else put flows out,
that put clothes out
Flee the cold weather, short
sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six Big showed me what
to do
But deep in my heart, this
is "No Way Out II" (let's rock)
I spend absurd money, private
bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald
Trump, Bloomberg money (you know what it is)
Old habits die hard, the
Vanguard award winner
New York torch gripper,
O.G. of the floss nigga
I'm seein visions like I
did a bag of angel dust
This is life when you black
rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live
on forever
Bad Boy for life bitch,
nobody does it better (nobody)
[Chorus]
[Diddy - over Chorus]
Y'all know my name, y'all
know my motherfuckin name
I'm in the best shape of
my life!
Y'all know my name, y'all
know my motherfuckin name
YEAH! YOU CREATED THIS MONSTER!
IT'S SO INSPIRATIONAL, IT'S
SO REAL
BAD BOY BITCH!
[Outro]
So there y'all have it
Words from a wise, great
King
We love it when you speak
the truth daddy
Don't ever stop, please
Don't ever stop
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