Diddy Feat. Jack Knight - We Gon' Make It lyrics

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Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it

There's no nigga like you

And there'll never be another nigga like you

Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks

Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low

Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims

Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint

I can't hide in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West

Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast

I done been there and did it

Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I showed you ice

You ain't know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice

When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm

Like a Don's supposed to, Sean

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers

And switch to All Stars without losin' focus

These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks

But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

Do seem like my future's here now

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin'

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'

But Lord knows that we gon' make it

Tell me who shot Big

And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs

If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef

Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat

Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief

Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep

We ride, what's a four door Bentley Coupe

Without my nigga on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, stay fly

Finish the race, holdin' my crown high

I fly next to God, my eyes on the prize

Been away a long time but now I'm re-energized

The life and times of a mastermind

Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine

And the day I die, let a G4 fly

And dump my ashes over N.Y.

Do seem like my future's here now

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin'

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'

But Lord knows that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no rules

And do what I do by any means

Call him necessary, the great visionary

Born extraordinary, a life legendary

Who else put flows out that put clothes out?

Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out

Nine-six, Big showed me what to do

But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

I spend absurd money, private bird money

That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money

Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award winner

New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust

This is life when you black, rich and dangerous

I'm with God, I'ma live on forever

Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it better

Do seem like my future's here now

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin'

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'

But Lord knows that we gon' make it

So there y'all have it

Words from a wise great king

We love it when you speak the truth, daddy

Don't ever stop, please, don't ever stop