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Some information about Reverse Lyrics Title: Puff Daddy - Reverse lyrics Artist: Puff Daddy Album: Forever Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Reverse Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Puffy] I ll never stop I don t give a If it s me against a million billion of ya ll mother ers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother ers can t regroupcan t recoup I ll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faithtake a puffinhale my name Smoke on itshitchoke on it Bitch niggaI mma make a hit nigga Hot mother er down to the skit nigga Game over playaand nigga ya scored low Hit me later youngand I m at the award show Bank account ten digits and it s all "O s" I floss the most shit the most hoes Come onyou can even ask Don Juan It s official nowthey all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gonecome on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin and choppin until the day that I m gone Shyne poorcuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premierpremium bravo Watch him explain ain t nothin but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinalfrom my rivals Cross the t s and dot the i s and Pay the judgedrop the top we ll mess around Shitit s the kid rapper s feelin You cowards don t know? I d rather be racketeerin somewhere Bustin shots in the atmosphere and Not caring in the proscecutor at my hearin Money launderinghonies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yoit s your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is call off sides I m focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun homehere borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun ll knock plants off tall guys We value-packsy all small fries (YoI m from the projects) Yobut on the floor tied Don t matterwe ll take up all size Truly yours docthen PPP hidemy name is Since fiveI talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I m grown up and been married four times BesidesI m just a sight for soar eyes Brick cityknown pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin the plot Last comefirst one to rotfirst in the glot If I misscirclin the blockservin the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin the rockpurse and a watch Hot as it getsfrom Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassetterewind it to death Alota y all sweat ityou try to forget How I rock shit 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 vestthrough the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to projectcheck Darin you to kidcat shootin sperm in you wiz I m why you smell herb in the crib Man I m out for doubtfulshit I spit a mouthful Indo out-dointro to outro [Sauce Money] I m the hottest thing spittin so go warn your clique Them niggas y all look up to is on Sauce mother in born to hit I get so far up in your assthink I was on some shit Lookyou against me is really nothin to see Whowhenwherewhat it s gon be I don t give a if it s he or she I m the virgin of hip hop Nobody in with me I know your typeyou a ride dick nigga Cry sick niggalied quick nigga Out of turn speakin first one leakin Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don t cast stones downthey throw bricks Why I come through and tell em to blow dick These nigga s the nicest? Nogo fish Sauceyou da best mother erno shit [Cee-Lo] You re treated and competedwalk away from it undefeated Observe it from over thereok Ain t It obvious we overheated You talkin that slick shit But I jus know that you meant me But evidentlyyou don t know I get your ass 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 projecttake the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I ll straighten out the nigga now When I snapmake your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm firerap straight up Put weight down aroundyou ate up And nigga when I eatI mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyesI m not scared Suckayou heard what I said If you don t wanna get dead No it ain t no cureice cold in the lowthe go-rilla The mo scrilla the more real-laI live to rule [Busta] Don t hold me backyou bet How many nigga s think they in with mines A nigga 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 in face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the in floor Only the real mother ers belong I hope nigga s don t end the party before we finish the song (Bitch nigga) You be the last to come and harrassreflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga s go stack moneycontinue to bill shit Long as I m in this er I m determined to kill shit Zap nigga s like cellular flips and swell up your lips with so much dick in their ass it s shrinkin her hen house Hey yobefore you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas Hottest songs from Puff Daddy : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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