No Way Out

Intro: P. Diddy

Every day i wake up
I hope i'm dreamin
I can't believe this shit
Can't believe you ain't here
Sometimes it's just hard for a nigga to wake up
It's hard to just keep goin
It's like i feel empty inside without you bein here
I would do anything man, to bring you back
I'd give all this shit, shit the whole knot
I saw your son today
He look just like you
You was the greatest
You'll always be the greatest
I miss you big
Can't wait til that day, when i see your face again
I can't wait til that day, when i see your face again...

Yeah... this right here (tell me why)
Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone
That they truly loved (c'mon, check it out)

Verse one: P. Diddy

Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain't always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can't express what you mean to me
Even though you're gone, we still a team
Through your family, i'll fulfill your dream (that's right)
In the future, can't wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it's real, feelings hard to conceal
Can't imagine all the pain i feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death

Chorus: faith evans

Every step i take, every move i make
Every single day, every time i pray
I'll be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you

[puff] i miss you big

Verse two: P. Diddy

It's kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)
Watchin us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Til the day we meet again
In my heart is where i'll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength i need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength i need to believe
My thoughts big i just can't define (can't define)
Wish i could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Makin hits, stages they receive you on
I still can't believe you're gone (can't believe you're gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you're life, after death

Chorus

[faith evans] somebody tell me why

Interlude: faith evans

On that morning
When this life is over
I know
I'll see your face

Outro: 112

Every night i pray, every step i take
Every move i make, every single day
Every night i pray, every step i take
[p] every day that passes
Every move i make, every single day
[p] is a day that i get closer
[p] to seeing you again
Every night i pray, every step i take
[p] we miss you big... and we won't stop
Every move i make, every single day
[p] cause we can't stop... that's right
Every night i pray, every step i take
Every move i make, every single day
[p] we miss you big
*music fades out*

Chorus:

Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh
Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh

Verse one: puff daddy

Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours
If it's not it's yours, we on the job
Everybody eatin, everybody involved
You can't stop that like you can't stop rap
Bad boy stop what's the chance of that?
We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks
And we don't have to answer to jack
No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers
Pull up at the party, eight straight hummers
Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders
Pop corks, we be the toast of new york
And out west, we want y'all to understand
All we wanna do is make you dance
We know the song ain't done wrong when the party is hot
Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you?

Chorus

Verse two: lil' kim

When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough
Fuck domino's, strictly dice
Bet you niggaz won't flow for this ice, notes is the price
Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke
While my pockets on re-up
Y'all niggaz shit on e, what a pi-ty
Ain't it a shame how your man chose me
And you wanna know why, it's mad simple
Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies
Drive a ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow
He know, anything i touch i blow
And i crush a show, wit my luscious flow
Gotta crew full of niggaz and a lexus too
All of them hold me down while i'm pressin you
So who stressin who, and even though my nigga gone
Lil' kim and puff daddy keep keepin it on

Chorus

Verse three: puff daddy

Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road
Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow
Bang this til you're bein old when you at home
On the six-four, sittin on chrome
Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall
We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off
Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us
At the end of the night they gonna slide with us
I could tell y'all the rest but it's ob-vious
To the top now, ride with us, c'mon
We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch
Every single region, we own blocks
Never let up, you tell me, who do it better
Every single i drop, at least two are better
The song ain't the wrong when the party is hot
Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you?

Chorus

Everything we make is hot
Thought i told you that we never stop
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
(repeat above four lines over another chorus to fade)

There's times in my life where i just
I just wanna run away, i just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain would go away

Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes i wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, i recapture the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still i can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin about this sheisty bitch
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when i shit, cause i know you fuck with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin the grief
Baby moms starts sexin, my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they marked me for death like steven
Or relievin your breathin, long as i'm even 'fore i'm leavin
Pain...

I wish this pain, would go away
We're talkin about the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain that makes you feel like you can't go on no more
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain that i wouldn't wish on anyone

I can't relate to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am i that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause i rock a roley they want my brain gone
Cause of a fuckin chain on?
Migraine's on, now the pain's warm, i stagger
And i'm hopin i don't know the cat with the dagger
Penetratin my heart, rushed thoughts etched in grief
To the city college deceased may you rest in peace
To the families, i never meant to cause no pain
I know the truth, but if you want, then i shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like i'm goin insane
For the love of you and hip-hop i expand the news
But before my shit drops, i stand accused
Don't you think i wish we all was rich?
One for all it's pain to see your people when they all can't ball
The pain..

I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
I don't wanna give no more pain
I wish this pain, would go away
I don't wanna receive no more pain
I wish this pain, would go away
God, please take the pain away

I can still hear the shots that left my man big layin
On my knees cryin and prayin, then i said
"god why? got to know how hard we try
Don't let him die, please don't let my nigga be dead"
But it was too late, california sealed his fate
Gone now, hard to move on now, fuck making songs now
Wish i could die, i could fly
If they don't give a fuck, fuck it why should i?
That's when big spoke, pulled up in a glistening 3
With platinum wings and said, "puff listen to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "i live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenous and times is hard
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with god
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when i opened up my eyes and new bad boy lives

I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
One day the pain is gonna stop
I wish this pain, would go away
One day there's gonna be no more pain
I wish this pain, would go away

[notorious b.i.g.]
I'm tellin you man
Now don't let these motherfuckers fuck your shit up god
I don't give a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck these niggaz man
And i'ma tell the same thing to you
When you get your shit done, watch your money, and
Hopefully, i pray for you, you be the shit
And soon motherfuckers start screamin your name out
Like they screamin all these other, so-called hot niggaz
Never take your eyes off that shit yo
Try to get everything you can out of these motherfuckers yo
Ain't no guarantee they gonna love you next year...

I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
One day the pain is gonna stop
I wish this pain, would go away
One day there's gonna be no more pain
I wish this pain, would go away
One day the pain is gonna stop
I wish this pain, would go away
One day there's gonna be no more pain

It's a hell up in harlem, fuckit, another day
Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers
Pull the collars, make em sit for the godfather
Then i holler, to justin my son, run the water
For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour
Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos
And the navajos, it's just the way this player knows
Anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga sam sam
Picked me up, in the tan lex land
Wanted breakfast down at pan pan's, what's your favorite dish?
He ordered cheese eggs and grits, i had the swordfish
What is this? three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the trigger
Then i asked him, "whatchu want nigga?"

Chorus: puff daddy

Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
(repeat 2x)

Verse two: puff daddy

I pray to god that i'm dreamin, i know my family
Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "he ain't make it"
Mom dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased?
Now she got beef with them bitches up the street
All because i used to creep, with her girlfriend sharese
She knows, i keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
On every radio station, goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like tommy gills
Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, sam launch the rocket
They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a nigga stop breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "ain't you sean puffy combs?
Here's your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads"
G'night bone

Chorus

Verse three: puff daddy

Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like christian
Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis
Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard
They just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my chest straight, the other two
Came a little late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, i'm just tryin to live, so i can raise my kid
And own the world, bone all the girlie girls
That's when i finally figured out
That's that nigga david arthur, sharese baby father
And i didn't even bother to ask no further questions
No more confessions only suggestions
I think sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
From the rear, and sam was the only nigga there
Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the passenger seat, so i'm assumin them
Niggaz didn't even get to peep
Lil' kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and they waved, hot lead
If i aimed up, i'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no land posters just old posters
Of gangsta niggaz i see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and said, "puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots
Washin dishes, i guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt
That night, i said a little prayer, me and justin
That's when i heard the bustin, yeah

Chorus

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 nigga 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 fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2x)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches 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
Niggaz 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 fucked up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck i'ma do now?
What i'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out there?

(?) fuck y'all niggaz wanna do

It's all fucked up now
What i'ma do now, huh?
What i'ma do now
It's all fucked up now

(i'll always be there for you)
[puff] yeah
(i'll never betray you)
[puff] mmm, mmm, mmm
(i love you baby)
[puff] i love you baby

Verse one: black rob

I met her uptown on dyckman, aight then
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
About them, i doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
She say, "yeah, they from over on mayfair"
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
In the worst way, i'ma show em how black play
Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and i ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today i get you back for this
(i'll get you back)

Chorus: repeat 2x

I love you baby no you don't
You drive me crazy that's right
I'll never betray thee uhh
I love you baby c'mon

Verse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus)

Yo since the last altercation i been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and i speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before i strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, 'you wanna get money, see black
When you get home', we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word

Chorus

Verse three: puff daddy

It took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in staten island
And manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, i'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, i'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the last bitch standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin i'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out

Chorus: repeat to fade

Verse one: styles

My click is in it til it's over, never sober
Bustin over, layin elaine with the cane and the rover
Pray to jehovah, for the nigga with the ruger
The young don, the heron mover
You know my hustle, i bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz
Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, i got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black i'm tryin to live, somethin got to give
But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po
Mom think i'm loco, cause i sell crack and puff cocoa
Yo, it's the style see it's still the same
And when worse comes to worse, i steal the cane
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then i put a slug in him
He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time i hit the meth
It's the d to the e, m to the o n
Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore i brace mine, cause i lace nine
From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine

Chorus: puff daddy

I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit
That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit
That nigga that you can't get along wit
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin money gameplan

Verse two: jadakiss

Haven't you heard that bad boys move in silence yet?
When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get
I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up
And i ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup
Mr. jacob without the ladder
It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup
Nobody badder, since the, baby finksta
I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
Shit i even blitz the rich to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
Extra clip in the vacumn if i slip
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone
Plus i got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at

Chorus

Verse three: sheek

You don't really wanna get involved, with the l-o-x car
Tellers, goodfellas, that's who we are
You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us
Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish
Bad boys, and we all eat together
When it go down, then we draw heat together
Since i made the connection with the big man
I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big land
Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped
And what you call weight, i know cats who sniff that
Enjoy life, what are you sayin?
If the da ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin
Anything to do with money you can count j in
Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin
Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop
Hittin you in your head with that butter from the lox

Chorus (fades)