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