Daddy/112/Faith Puff lyrics

Daddy/112/Faith Puff lyrics

"It's All About the Benjamins Remix Lyrics"

Do Nothin Till You Hear from Me Lyrics
Someone told someone and someone told you But they wouldn't hurt you, not much, Since every one spreads the story With his own little personal touch. Do nothing till you hear from me Pay no attention to what's said Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream Is over my head. Do nothing till you hear from me At least consider our romance If you should take the word of others you've heard I haven't a change True I've been seen with someone new But does that mean that I'm untrue? When we're a part the words in my heart Reveal how I feel about you. Some kiss may cloud my memory And ot


Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Goodfellas, uhh

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (u
C'mon All My Niggaz, C'mon All My Bitches Lyrics
Yo All my niggas in the place What now Talk to my bitches All up in the place See my niggas They be laying all up in the cut now Anyhow I'ma doing my thing And blow the spot baby Maybe bust a little nut now Funny how the older bitches get familiar And try to give a nigga just a little butt now Sing along (Smoke now, nigga get high) And get all in this money nigga (Before we die) Bitches let me know that you up in the spot (Whoop whoop wooo) All of my niggas just shout it at me (Yeah yo) Even though it's kind of ill Nigga follow the flo
hh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which lead you

Verse Three: Sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Ital
When Hell Freezes Over Lyrics
i can't believe what the fucks in front of me you must be fucking 7o at last what the hells your problem problem ozzy & motley crew & kiss i thought that you were through but i kinda liked the kiss show let's get ozzy off the stage let's get motley off the stage let's stanley off the stage tonight you were good 20 years ago too much pot a little too much blow now the bypass surgery new hip at seisure world enjoy your stay shuffle board bingo macrame 3 hot meals liquified for you
an music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul

Interlude: Puff Daddy

C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh

It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 4X)

It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Now, what y'all wanna do?
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus

Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)

Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?
BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah... yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)
Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshi you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you
(Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)

Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.

I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe
Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What??

Outro: Puff Daddy

It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 8X