(feat. P. Diddy, Eminem, Obie Trice) Ih.. ih, ih (it has been) It has been, it has been, it has been It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?} Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin' out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the

Make it hot The world is filled, with pimps and hoes The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be But we'll just talk about those I knows We'll just talk about those I knows Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big

It ain't never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Check it up, check it up now That I ain't givin' it up to nobody but you (I ain't givin' it up to nobody) Can't get enough of the things that you do Huh, check it

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,

B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B is for the bitches, who can't understand How one fly nigga became a man I is for the way it goes in and out One by one I knocks 'em out G is for the way the game goes in the

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that

Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch I'm just playing, but I'm saying I'm just playing, I'm saying As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle,

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self