Intro: Puffy
  
  I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit
  I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
  and have some motherfuckin fun
  You understand what it means to be black?
  I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
  I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
  But check this shit out
  Four fives
  As we procced to give you whut you need
  
  Verse One: Notorious B.I.G
  
  Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga
  Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga
  Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
  Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
  We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good
  So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood
  Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
  Can't live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts
  Hangin with the niggaz don't pay the bills
  And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills
  So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic
  Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit)
  Columbian Dominican yea whatever
  Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather
  Two keys twenty G's nigga please
  Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need
  
  Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
  
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggaz do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggaz do real things
  
  Verse Two: Puff Daddy
  
  Yea, yea, yea, yea
  I tote gats wit my nigga
  Clap wit my nigga
  Break bread then break backs wit my nigga
  jack wit my nigga
  Cock the latch wit my nigga
  Now how you gonna act wit my nigga
  Just remember there is a gun to your dome
  And i will lick shots and run through your home
  Or better yet i put your son to the chrome
  Turn the music up and unplug the phone
  I will kill him read my lips
  You too motherfucker if i dont see no bricks
  See I flips when I dont see no chips
  Yea nigga
  I know you in pain I dont care nigga
  I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze
  Cock sucker you better bring the things out
  Before i blow your motherfucker frame out
  Nigga what
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  Verse Three: Lil' Kim
  
  Big these niggaz over here talkin shit
  Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz
  
  What you said speak up
  Cant hear ya
  Oh thought you were talkin to us
  Um pardon me my bad
  I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers
  The open surgery hearth removers
  Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones
  Put a contract out and stop ya lungs
  We powerful dont think that all we got is guns
  We buy out everything you claim including your name
  Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas
  Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz
  Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it
  Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it
  With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl
  Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
  When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
  I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E
  
  Chorus: Lil' Kim
  
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real bitches do real things
  Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
  Real bitches do real things
  
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real bitches do real things
  Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
  Real bitches do real things
  
  [B.I.G.]
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggaz do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggaz do real things
  
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggaz do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggaz do real things