P. Diddy: Reverse

[Puffy]I'll never stopI don't give a fuckIf it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckersI will never stopI bust six out the roof of my Bentley CoupHead shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoupI'll be damned if you get more points than meSell more joints than meSteal your faith, take a puff, inhale my nameSmoke on it, shit, choke on itBitch nigga, I'mma make a hit niggaHot mother fucker down to the skit niggaGame over playa, and nigga ya scored lowHit me later young, and I'm at the award showBank account ten digits and it's all "O's"I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoesCome on, you can even ask Don JuanIt's official now, they all rock Sean JohnMight have to change my name to strong armYou came to get money man?That shit been long gone, come on[Shyne]Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas BondPoppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm goneShyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottleProminent premier, premium bravoWatch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime thoughShots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's andPay the judge, drop the top we'll mess aroundShit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere andNot caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'Money laundering, honies wonderingWho me? I reply casuallyCome what God would be if He was a straight GTonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride[Redman]Yo yo yo, it's your hideGrab the rope and yell rawhideFront line is pussy, call off sidesI'm focus but my hand is cross-eyedI left my gun home, here borrow minePop the nine like a judge "All rise"This gun'll knock plants off tall guysWe value-packs, y'all small fries(Yo, I'm from the projects)Yo, but on the floor tiedDon't matter, we'll take up all sizeTruly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jiveIn church dressed in cordoroy tiesNow I'm grown up and been married four timesBesides, I'm just a sight for soar eyesBrick city, known pop the door wideStolen Bonneville in New York High[G-Dep]Reversin' the plotLast come, first one to rot, first in the glotIf I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the potAnd I be the person to watchIf your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debtsBuy the cassette, rewind it to deathAlota y'all sweat it, you try to forgetHow I rock shit from N.Y. to TibetYou got it to bet? That's just how you got into debtYou lost when you nodded your neckThrough the vest, through the chest that you tried to protectTake the voice that you try to project, checkDarin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wizI'm why you smell herb in the cribMan I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthfulIndo out-do, intro to outro[Sauce Money]I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your cliqueThem niggas y'all look up to is on my dickSauce motherfuckin' born to hitI get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shitLook, you against me is really nothin' to seeWho, when, where, what it's gon' beI don't give a fuck if it's he or sheI'm the virgin of hip hopNobody fuckin' with meI know your type, you a ride dick niggaCry sick nigga, lied quick niggaOut of turn speakin', first one leakin'Always the Suzuki side kick niggaBitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricksWhy I come through and tell 'em to blow dickThese nigga's the nicest? No, go fishSauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit[Cee-Lo]You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeatedObserve it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheatedYou talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't knowI get your ass gone permanentlyIt ain't complexI'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who nextDo a drive-by on your project, take the trapsCome on and get some of our gun crapsI'll straighten out the nigga nowWhen I snap, make your chest cavity collapseWhen I glide the entire mapWith the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight upPut weight down, fuck around, you ate upAnd nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate upLook in my eyes, I'm not scaredSucka, you heard what I saidIf you don't wanna get deadNo it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rillaThe mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule[Busta]Don't hold me back, you betHow many nigga's think they fuckin' with minesA nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shineI hope you know there's nothin' fresherThe manifester apply the pressureTie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyesterNow fix your fuckin' face upEmpty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jawEverybody hit the fuckin' floorOnly the real mother fuckers belongI hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song(Bitch nigga)You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the pastWhen I used to pull spine outcho assLive nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shitLong as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shitZap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lipsFuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen houseHey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your triggerSalute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas