This page contains music lyrics to I'll Be Missin' You, Can't Nobody Hold Me Down, Mo Money Mo Problems, and It's All About the Benjamens!!!
I'LL BE MISSIN' YOU
{Puff}
Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I lace the track you lock the flow
So far from hanging on the block of dough
Notorious they got to know that
Life ain't always as they seem to be
Words can't express what you mean to me
And though you're gone
We still a team
Through your family I'll fulfill your dreams
In the future can't wait to see
If you'll open up the gates for me
Remenice sometime
The night they took my friend
Try to black it out but it plays again
When it's weird feelin' it's really hard to conceil
Can't imagine all the pain I feel
Give everything to hear half your breath
I know you still livin' your life after death
CHORUS:
{Faith}
Every step I take
Every move I make
Every single day
Every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinking of the day
When you went away
What a life to take
What a bond to break
I'll be missing you
{Puff}
It's kind of hard wit you not around
Know you in heaven smilin' down
Watchin' us while we pray for you
Everyday we pray for you
Till the day we meet again
In my heart is where I'll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts big I just can't define
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Bust in the 6
Shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Making hits stages they receive you on
Still can't believe you're gone
Give anything to hear half your breath
I know you still livin' your life after death
CAN'T NOBOBY HOLD ME DOWN
Intro:
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(Puff) Huh..
(Mase) Yo turn me up in the headphones
(Puff) Like that?
(Mase) Yeah
(Puff) Bad Boy... We ain't goin stop
Verse One:
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Now its SEAN on the hot track
Melt like its hot wax
Put it out all the stores
Bet you could SHOUT that
EVEN a NIGGA with a hot hat
Frontin like Bad Boy AINT got tracks
(Nigga stop that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly NIGGA
Nickel-Nine LIQUOR THOUGHT YOUD die quicker
This PHAT time I THA town pie flipper
Turn KRYSTAL into a Crooked Ides sipper
Everybody want to be fast.. see the cash
FUCK AROUND AND REACH staff
Get a heat rash
Anything IN Bad Boy way we smash
Hundred G STASH
PUSH A bulletproof E-CLASS
Im through being a player and a baller
Just WANT me one bad BITCH so I can SPOIL her
Mase wanna be the one respect
EVEN WHEN YOU VEX
Rock Versace silks over STILL V-NECKS
Got green never seen
So you suck my jewels
Clutch my ooze
Anything I touch I bruise
Puff THINK YOU DONT KNOW IT
Nigga fuck your rules (That's right)
Goodfellas.. you know you can't touch US TWO
Chorus:
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Don't push us
Cuz were close to the.. edge
Were tryin not to lose our head
Uh HAH HAH...HAH HAH.. hah
I get the feelin sometimes they make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under
Why you wanna take us under
(x2)
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin
Verse Two:
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Broken glass.. everywhere
If it ain't about the money Puff I just don't
care
Im that goodfella fly guy
Sometimes wiseguy
SPEND TIME IN H-A-W-A-I-I
Mase could you please stop smokin la la
Puff why try.. Im a thug.. Im a die high
I be out in Jersey puffin hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
No Im never drugged honey when Im in the club G
THOUGH I know the thug be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly
NAW I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me
(Brothers wanna)
Rock my Rolls
Rock my clothes
Rock my ice
Pull out glocks
Stop my life
Im like damn how these niggas got the TYPE
Used to be my man how you gonna plot on my wife
Do you think you snake me.. cuz they hate me
Or you got a phD
Player haters degree
[Chorus]
Verse Three:
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Quit that..
You a big cat..
Where your chicks at..
Where your whips at..
Wherever you get stacks Im a fix that
Everything mass big dreams.. I did that
Don't knock me cuz your borin
OUR RECORD SALES soarin.. straight TORIN
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand me
Cuz their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese.. In the West Indies
And come home to plenty cream BENTLYS
You name it.. I can claim it
Young black and famous
Wit' money hangin out THE anus
And when you need a hit.. who you go and get
Bet against us.. NAW THATS NO bet
We made hits that'll rearrange your whole set
And I got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet
[Chorus]
Outro:
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*(Repeats and fades til end)
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin
MO MONEY MO PROBLEMS
Verse One: Mase
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over this last line*
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's
when all the ballin stops, nigga never
home got a chrome one and a yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair, and I'm
bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2X)
Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass kizzack
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X)
What's goin on?
What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X to fade)
