Puff Daddy

You think you know me? Can you hear me? Hi I got nothing, I'm a straight bitch Whoa Kenny Huh, huh, incredible Uh, big whips, big guns (whoa) No cash, no funds (hoe) Hurry up, it's done (it's done) You are all my sons (my sons) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum I'm a pop act (huh) I don't smoke sesh (nah) I don't pack heat (huh) I don't even make no beats (wow, damn) I don't even got no gun, hoe, I'm like 28 (wow) Kimber in my bag, too much on my plate Look I'm tactless (ah) cash in a mattress (uh) Three shots a hat trick (damn Peggy) Blood on the canvas (shit, shit) Heard your nigga a college boy Caught him on campus Hit that nigga in Eastern Time He died in Central Standard Hm, wow Incredible (why?) Big whips, big guns (whoa) No cash, no funds Hurry up, it's done (it's done) You are all my sons (my sons) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum, uh I got no life I got no life (no) Can't switch up my code (nah) Morale be too low AK, SK (grrah) Gat spit like KA (huh) Hurry up, relay Bitch, no face, no case (it's nasty) Fuck 'bout what you moving (nah) I'm on your couch like Rick Rubin All of these cops, nigga, who shooting? Bitch, we strapped like Duke Nukem (damn Peggy) Pull up with the trey and we ain't hooping Shoot you in the face, boy, go guard it Fake rappers (huh), new targets (ah) All of your songs got no market (nasty) Bitch (niggard) Big whips, big guns (whoa) No cash, no funds Hurry up, it's done (it's done) You are all my sons (my sons) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum, uh Huh Take that, take that, take that Can't stop, won't stop 9-6 to millennium, forever Let's go --- Puff Daddy - JPEGMAFIA and Kenny Beats