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    [Chorus]
    I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
    Damn near die for me (Stand by my side)
    Gon' call for me (Stand up and cry)
    Pay my bail for me, make sales for me
    Have a baby with (This is what she'll do)
    Lie to industry (Be my baby momma too)
    Someone who'll never leave (And always be true)
    How I wish my wife could be you

    [Loon]
    I need a girl that'll ride for me
    Situation get real bitch'll die for me
    Even step in the courtroom and lie for me
    I'm talkin' about right hand in the sky for me
    Do twenty-five for me, nigga steal a pound for me
    Shorty probably blow a nigga to the sky for me
    And go and sit in a chair that'll fry for me
    And lord know if I die she gon cry for me
    Never say bye to me
    I can't deny shorty love is official
    Even though love ain't the issue
    Shorty still smuggle the pistol
    Packin' a gat then hug you and kiss you
    Show you love when other niggas that diss you
    You on the real
    That's the type chick a nigga need
    The type smoke all a nigga's weed
    And still move at a nigga's speed
    Never a victim of a nigga's greed
    Especially if she runnin' round with a nigga's seed

    [Chorus]

    [P. Diddy]
    I had a girl that woulda died for me
    Didn't appreciate her so I made her cry for me
    Everyday she had tears in her eyes for me
    I caught a case shorty took the whole ride for me (Thank you)
    At first we were friends then became lovers
    You was more than my girl we was like brothers
    On late nights we would play fight under covers
    Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna
    But every time I think about your pretty smile
    And we used to drive the whole city wild
    Damn I wish you woulda had my child
    A pretty little girl with Diddy style
    Shit is wild
    Now these's days that I reminisce
    About my little mami I'ma always miss (I miss you)
    But long as you happy I'ma tell you this
    Ain't nothin' that's broke that we can't fix
    Mamacita

    [Chorus]

    [Loon]
    Now I done seen chicks come and go
    Some in it for the love some want the dough
    But some of them confused and don't really know
    The difference between a woman and a silly ho
    But on the low
    I'ma tell you how it really be
    'Cuz I be chillin' where the young willies be
    Strip clubs, sit buzzed spend twenty G's
    Shit bugged stick dubs where they titties be

    [P. Diddy]
    This nigga Diddy be chillin' with the prauda mamis
    Posted up with the chick with the hottest body
    Yo shorty all on me little hot tamale
    (But I'ma ride for you Daddy) Then I got you mami
    Cause all I wanna do is take care of you
    And do things that the playas ain't prepared to do
    Like if I rock ice you gon' wear it too
    Fuck wit me I have the whole world stare at you
    You feel me girl?

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    [Chorus]

    "If You Want This Money"
    (feat. G. Dep, The Hoodfellaz)

    You are now entering a Bad Boy zone [3x]
    Yeah!

    [Morock]
    This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love
    I cripple thugs, just because
    You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
    Until your place hit up
    Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
    You're better off making sure papi know your name well
    Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
    Now believe it, better place checks
    Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF

    [Classy Freddie Blassy]
    I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
    Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
    And BK, no such thing, it's dark
    The sun go down, the tool start to spark
    Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
    Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
    Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
    It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?

    [G. Dep - Chorus]
    Now if you want this money baby
    Then I guess you in the right place
    And if your mind ain't right sugar
    Then you need to get up outta my face
    So what's the deal?
    Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?
    And let me know if you gon' ride tonight
    Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day

    [Verse]
    It's like that y'all (that y'all)
    Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
    Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
    Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
    And clap y'all (clap y'all)
    That's how I see things goin'
    Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
    And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven
    It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

    [P. Diddy]
    And here we go [overlaps Verse's last line]
    Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be
    Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
    I told y'all it's on for life
    The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
    Hold it down, hold the crown
    What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now
    Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
    This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

    [Chorus]

    [G. Dep]
    Yo, yo
    Niggas mad at the fact we bad
    Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab
    If your shit wack, we burn
    If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
    We get money, hold money, no quotas
    We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
    Aiyyo, I burn more
    Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
    Cause you a turn-off

    [Poppa Sims]
    Numb in my veins
    And bought enough to numbin' the brain
    Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
    Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock
    1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
    In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's
    Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
    Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
    Come on, I can make dessert outta beef

    [Chorus - till fade]

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