Reverse lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Reverse



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[Puffy]
I'll never stop
I don't give a
fuck
If it's me against a million billion of
ya'll mother fuckers
I will never
stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't
regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you
get more points than me
Sell more joints than
me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my
name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch
nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother
fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa,
and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and
I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits
and it's all "O's"
I floss the most shit, fuck
the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don
Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean
John
Might have to change my name to strong
arm
You came to get money man?
That shit
been long gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have
much to do with nigga since Nicolas
Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from
one bottle
Prominent premier, premium
bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but
blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal,
from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's
and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess
around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's
feelin'
You cowards don't know? I'd rather be
racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the
atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the
proscecutor at my hearin'
Money laundering,
honies wondering
Who me? I reply
casually
Come what God would be if He was a
straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big
ditch we ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it's
your hide
Grab the rope and yell
rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off
sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I
left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine
like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock
plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all
small fries
(Yo, I'm from the projects)
Yo,
but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take
up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my
name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church
dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and
been married four times
Besides, I'm just a
sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the
door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York
High

[G-Dep]
Reversin' the plot
Last
come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I
miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And
I be the person to watch
If your girl missin'
the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets,
from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the
cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat
it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y.
to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you
got into debt
You lost when you nodded your
neck
Through the vest, through the chest that
you tried to protect
Take the voice that you
try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat
shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell
herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful,
shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to
outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest
thing spittin' so go warn your clique
Them
niggas y'all look up to is on my dick
Sauce
motherfuckin' born to hit
I get so far up in
your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you
against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when,
where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if
it's he or she
I'm the virgin of hip
hop
Nobody fuckin' with me
I know your
type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga,
lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin', first
one leakin'
Always the Suzuki side kick
nigga
Bitches don't cast stones down, they
throw bricks
Why I come through and tell 'em
to blow dick
These nigga's the nicest? No, go
fish
Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no
shit

[Cee-Lo]
You're treated and
competed, walk away from it undefeated
Observe
it from over there, ok
Ain't It obvious we
overheated
You talkin' that slick shit
But
I jus' know that you meant me
But evidently,
you don't know
I get your ass gone
permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang
holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a
drive-by on your project, take the traps
Come
on and get some of our gun craps
I'll
straighten out the nigga now
When I snap, make
your chest cavity collapse
When I glide the
entire map
With the frequent four alarm fire,
rap straight up
Put weight down, fuck around,
you ate up
And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick
the whole plate up
Look in my eyes, I'm not
scared
Sucka, you heard what I said
If you
don't wanna get dead
No it ain't no cure, ice
cold in the low, the go-rilla
The mo' scrilla
the more real-la, I live to
rule

[Busta]
Don't hold me back, you
bet
How many nigga's think they fuckin' with
mines
A nigga God blessed with such an
undeniable shine
I hope you know there's
nothin' fresher
The manifester apply the
pressure
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth
with a piece of polyester
Now fix your fuckin'
face up
Empty the chest of drawers before I
stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the fuckin'
floor
Only the real mother fuckers belong
I
hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish
the song
(Bitch nigga)
You be the last to
come and harrass, reflect on the past
When I
used to pull spine outcho ass
Live nigga's go
stack money, continue to bill shit
Long as I'm
in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit
Zap
nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your
lips
Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's
shrinkin' her hen house
Hey yo, before you
empty your clip and pull at your
trigger
Salute the legacy of these throroughly
recognized niggas