Текст песни Puff Daddy f Bizzy Bone - Forever
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[Bizzy Bone]Let it go (Let this angel life go)Let yourself go(Time is passin` `til the cops come)Big beef, big beefin` with the Mistress(On and on and on and on and on and on and)Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfuckerWe are livin` in the last motherfuckin` daysThis is RevelationsIf it don`t go down now That mean aye`body was wrongCan you face yourself with that question?Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?Say goodbye to the bad guy`Zy rollin` with my cateye, deadeyeAin`t afraid to flame a rat upBut I hot out fathomMy album hit the shelvesWe hustle for record salesHit my liquor storeLet my niggas learn about in jailTill the squad cars accel`, it`s to my position as we yellThis here`s some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull penMake that a fine, noIf you don`t like my bullets, to hell if he ain`t fashionL.A. looters, throw your mask onGambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin`[Puffy]I`m married to the game and every year`s the sameBullets rain all seasonHeaven and Hell is only what you believe inEmpty the shells if niggas give you the reasonNever was the type to be stuck and duckin` and weavinBy the grievin`My story`s no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cellFrom my block to the world, gave the glock to my girlDon`t mix the kids with the biz`Baby, the industry`s hell worth it1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don`t let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don`t let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don`t let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don`t let it come our way)[Puffy]Look in they grill and get the realCuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin` I seen alotThe paper got us dressin` and impressin`We spend alotConfessions get us blessings from the LordWe sin a lotWonder will He let me in?And not constantly tryin` to find a reason whyBecause I`m a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guyNow who am I?[Bizzy Bone]It`s P. Diddy muthafucka[Puffy]Do or die?[Bizzy Bone]Don`t give a fuck motherfuckerRoll through, trust no chickenTigh kids are tellin` me what`s ammunition Buck, buck ammunition babyYou let me slow down, the guy that got me`s fell downAnd mami wants to help outSo bought the best computerYes, stress never moreFresh out the foster homeIf I had a just talked to the psychiatristTell her `bout how she had clothes designersCan she come buy with me?Come ride with me, provide me with a gunSlide the weeded road, come get high with meYou don`t come weed with me anymoreYou don`t need me anymore