[00:00.00] 作词 : Bill Conti/Christopher Wallace/Jason Phillips/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bill Conti/Christopher Wallace/Jason Phillips/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
[00:00.00] 制作人 : Sean "Puffy" Combs/Stevie J.
[00:00.00]Intro: notorious b.i.g.
[00:01.71]One, one two
[00:07.32]Check me out right here yo
[00:08.64]Verse one: puff daddy
[00:10.02]Yo, the sun don't shine forever
[00:12.15](big: you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
[00:12.24]But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
[00:15.51](big: all up in my ears)
[00:15.54]Better now than never, business before pleasure
[00:18.21](big: the mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)
[00:18.21]P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
[00:21.00]Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
[00:23.37](big : yeah!)
[00:23.73]So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
[00:26.10]Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
[00:28.80](big: yeah! now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
[00:28.80]Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
[00:31.38](big: turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
[00:31.41]You know that I'm two levels above you baby
[00:33.75](big : music's gettin louder)
[00:33.87]Hug me baby, i'ma make you love me baby
[00:36.36](big: this shit is hot!)
[00:36.36]Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
[00:39.03](big: uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
[00:39.09]And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
[00:41.64]So the only thing left now is God for these cats
[00:44.55]And big you know you too hard for these cats
[00:47.25]I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats
[00:49.59]While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
[00:51.33]Verse two: notorious b.i.g.
[00:52.08]In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
[00:54.75]He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
[00:57.54]You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
[01:00.18]Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
[01:02.73]The son of *satan*, they say my killin's too blatant
[01:05.43]You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
[01:08.16]Duct tapin, your fam destiny
[01:10.47]Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
[01:13.35]Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
[01:15.99]Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
[01:18.63]Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
[01:20.97]And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
[01:23.58]Excellence is my presence, never tense
[01:27.15]Never hesitant, leave a b***h bent real quick
[01:28.83]Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
[01:31.38]Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
[01:34.11]Action, pack guns, ridiculous
[01:36.66]And i'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
[01:39.24]Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
[01:41.88]Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
[01:44.85]Now you call me castro, my rap flows
[01:47.13]Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
[01:49.53]Ooops cristal keep spillin shit , you overdid it homes
[01:52.89]You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
[01:55.56]Hold hands and say it like me
[01:57.45]The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
[02:00.51]Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
[02:03.15]Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
[02:05.94]See me, only me
[02:07.56]The underboss of this holocaust
[02:09.39]Truly yours, frank white
[02:10.47]Chorus: busta rhymes
[02:10.89]We got the real live shit from front to back
[02:13.26]To my people in the world, where the **** you at?
[02:17.19]Where my niggas is at? (2x)
[02:18.51]Where the **** my b*****s at?
[02:19.86]Where my b*****s is at?
[02:21.26](repeat all 2x)
[02:22.74]Verse three: puff daddy
[02:29.64]Put your money on the table and get your math on
[02:34.47]Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
[02:37.02]See you later dog, i'ma get my stash on
[02:39.51]There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
[02:42.27]I never lose the passion to go platinum
[02:44.88]Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
[02:47.37]Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
[02:50.16]To make classics, hotter than acid
[02:52.56]P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
[02:55.35]The girl-boy killa, no team illa
[02:57.93]The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
[03:00.33]We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
[03:03.33]What you can do is check your distribution
[03:05.85]My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
[03:08.58]You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
[03:10.86]Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
[03:13.41]Verse four: notorious b.i.g.
[03:13.98]We got the shit , mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
[03:16.29]The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
[03:19.02]Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
[03:21.57]P-diddy run the city, show no pity
[03:24.24]I'm the witty one, frank's the crook from the brook'
[03:26.88]Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
[03:29.13]No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
[03:32.01]Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
[03:34.71]Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
[03:36.93]Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
[03:39.66]Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
[03:42.63]**** step up, with just mase and 'em
[03:44.55]Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
[03:47.49]The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
[03:50.40]Business wise, I play men
[03:52.17]Hide money on the island cayman, y'all just betray men
[03:55.32]You screamin, I position, competition
[03:58.02]Nother day in the life of the comission
[04:11.43]Chorus 2x w/ puff talking
[04:16.68]Aiyyo, can you hear me out there?
[04:21.87]Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
[04:27.60]That's good, it's all ****ed up now
[04:30.54]Y'all know it's all ****ed up now right?
[04:35.94]What the **** I'ma do now?
[04:38.58]What i'ma do now?
[04:39.69]Can y'all hear me out there?
[04:44.10]Can y'all hear me out there?
[04:45.57](? ) **** y'all niggas wanna do
[04:47.46]It's all ****ed up now
[04:50.25]What i'ma do now, huh?
[04:52.02]What i'ma do now
[04:54.66]It's all ****ed up now
[04:55.66] 录音 : Doug Wilson/John Eaton/Stephen Dent
[04:55.86] 混音师 : Lane Craven
[04:56.06] 人声 : Puff Daddy

作词 : Bill Conti/Christopher Wallace/Jason Phillips/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
作曲 : Bill Conti/Christopher Wallace/Jason Phillips/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan
制作人 : Sean "Puffy" Combs/Stevie J.
Intro: notorious b.i.g.
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Verse one: puff daddy
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(big: you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
(big: all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure
(big: the mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)
P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
(big : yeah!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(big: yeah! now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(big: turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
(big : music's gettin louder)
Hug me baby, i'ma make you love me baby
(big: this shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(big: uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
And big you know you too hard for these cats
I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse two: notorious b.i.g.
In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a b***h bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And i'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit , you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white
Chorus: busta rhymes
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the **** you at?
Where my niggas is at? (2x)
Where the **** my b*****s at?
Where my b*****s is at?
(repeat all 2x)
Verse three: puff daddy
Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, i'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse four: notorious b.i.g.
We got the shit , mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, frank's the crook from the brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
**** step up, with just mase and 'em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the comission
Chorus 2x w/ puff talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all ****ed up now
Y'all know it's all ****ed up now right?
What the **** I'ma do now?
What i'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out there?
(? ) **** y'all niggas wanna do
It's all ****ed up now
What i'ma do now, huh?
What i'ma do now
It's all ****ed up now
录音 : Doug Wilson/John Eaton/Stephen Dent
混音师 : Lane Craven
人声 : Puff Daddy