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