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diddy - reverse lyrics

[intro: puff daddy]
i’ll never stop
i don’t give a f-ck
if it’s me against a million billion of y’all motherf-ckers
i will never stop

[verse 1: puff daddy]
i bust six out the roof of my bentley coupe
head shots so mother f-ckers can’t regroup, can’t recoup
i’ll be d-mned if you get more points than me
sell more joints than me
steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
smoke on it, sh-t, choke on it
b-tch n-gga, i’ma make a hit, n-gga
hot motherf-cker down to the skit, n-gga
game over playa, and n-gga ya scored low
hit me later young’un, and i’m at the award show
bank account ten digits and it’s all 0’s
i floss the most sh-t, f-ck the most hoes
come on, you can even ask don juan
it’s official now, they all rock sean john
might have to change my name to strong arm
you came to get money man?
that sh-t been long gone, come on

[verse 2: shyne]
promise to do a n-gga since nicolas barnes
poppin’ and choppin’ until the day that i’m gone
shyne po’, playa’s dreams come through on vinyl
prominent premier, premium bravo
watch him explain ain’t nothin’ but blood thug crime though
shots in the spinal for my rivals
cross the t’s and dot the i’s and
pay the judge, drop the top and let’s ride
sh-t, it’s the kid, rappers fearin’
you cowards don’t know? i’d rather be racketeerin’ somewhere
bustin’ shots in the atmosphere and
not carin’, f-ckin’ the prosecutor at my hearin’
money launderin’, honies wonderin’
who me? i reply casually
i’m what god would be if he was a straight g
tonight, too tight, arrogant, b-tch, we ride

[verse 3: redman]
yo yo yo, it’s your hide
grab the rope and yell rawhide
front line is p-ssy, call off sides
i’m focus but my hand is cross-eyed
i left my gun home, here borrow mine
pop the nine like the judge “all rise”
this gun’ll knock plants off tall guys
we value-packs, y’all small fries
(yo, i’m from the projects)
yo, but on the floor tied
don’t matter, we’ll take up all size
truly yours doc, then ppp hide, my name is
since five, i talk jive
in church dressed in corduroy ties
now i’m grown up and been married four times
besides, i’m just a sight for sore eyes
brick city, known pop the door wide
stolen bonneville in new york high

[verse 4: g-dep]
reversin’ the plot
last come, first one to rot, burstin’ the glock
if i miss, circlin’ the block, servin’ the pot
and i be the person to watch
if your girl missin’ the rock, purse and a watch
hot as it gets, from h-ll came outta you depths
buy the c-ssette, rewind it to death
alota y’all sweat it, you try to forget
how i rock sh-t from n.y. to tibet
you got it to bet? that’s just how you got into debt
you lost when you nodded your neck
through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect
take the voice that you try to project, check
darin’ you to kid, cat shootin’ sperm in you wiz
i’m why you smell herb in the crib
man i’m out for doubtful, sh-t i spit a mouthful
indo out-do, intro to outro

[verse 5: sauce money]
i’m the hottest thing spittin’ so go warn your clique
them n-ggas y’all look up to is on my d-ck
sauce motherf-ckin’ born to hit
i get so far up in your -ss, think i was on some sh-t
look, you against me is really nothin’ to see
who, when, where, what it’s gon’ be
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s he or she
i’m the virgin of hip hop, n0body f-ckin’ with me
i know your type, you a ride d-ck n-gga
cry sick n-gga, lied quick n-gga
out of turn speakin’, first one leakin’
always the suzuki, side kick n-gga
b-tches don’t cast stones down, they throw bricks
why i come through and tell ’em to blow d-ck
these n-ggas the nicest? no, go fish
sauce, you the best motherf-cker, no sh-t

[verse 6: cee-lo]
you’re treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
observe it from over there, okay
ain’t it obvious we overheated
you talkin’ that sl!ck sh-t
but i jus’ know that you meant me
but evidently, you don’t know
i get your -ss gone permanently
it ain’t complex
i’ll just bang holes or you’re ablin’ to ask who next
do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
come on and get some of our gun cr-ps
i’ll straighten out the n-gga now
when i snap, make your chest cavity collapse
when i glide the entire map
with the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up
put weight down, f-ck around, you ate up
and n-gga when i eat, i mean i l!ck the whole plate up
look in my eyes, i’m not scared
sucka, you heard what i said
if you don’t wanna get dead
no it ain’t no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
the mo’ scrilla the more real-la, i live to rule

[verse 7: busta rhymes]
yo, yo yo, yo yo
don’t hold me back, you bet
how many n-gga’s think they f-ckin’ with mines
a n-gga god blessed with such an undeniable shine
i hope you know there’s nothin’ fresher
the manifester apply the pressure
tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
now fix your f-ckin’ face up
empty the chest of drawers before i stretch your jaw
everybody hit the f-ckin’ floor!
only the real motherf-ckers belong
i hope n-ggas don’t end the party before we finish the song
(b-tch n-gga)
you be the last to come and harr-ss, reflect on the past
when i used to pull spine outcho -ss
live n-ggas go stack money, continue to build sh-t
long as i’m in this f-cker i’m determined to k!ll sh-t
zap n-ggas like cellular flips and swell up your lips
f-ck with so much d-ck in their -ss it’s shrinkin’ her hen house
hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized n-ggas

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