As we proceed to give you what you need  9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***  As we proceed to give you what you need  9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***    Turn the mics up, turn that mic up  Yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone  Turn that *** the *** up, uh, what?  Turn it up louder, yeah, uh    As we proceed, to give you what you need  J.M. mother***, J.M. mother***  9 to 5 mother***    Who shot ya, separate the weak from the obsolete  Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets  It's on ***, *** all that bickerin' beef  I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek    Your heartbeat soun' like Sasquatch feet  Thunderin', shakin' the concrete  Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot  Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots    Saw me in the drop, 3 in the corner  Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter  Old school, new school need to learn though  I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno    Burn slow like *** with ya-yo  Peel more skins than Idaho potato  N***** know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place  *** with B.I.G. it ain't safe    I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses  Bumps and bruises, b***** and Land cruisers  Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools  N***** mad because I know that Cash rules    Everythin' around me, two *** nines  Any mother*** whisperin' about mines  And I'm Crooklyn's finest  You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this    As we proceed to give you what you need  9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***  As we proceed to give you what you need  East coast mother***, Bad Boy mother***    Get high mother***, get high mother***  Smoke *** mother***, get high mother***  Ready to die mother***, 9 to 5 mother***    I seen the light excite all the freaks  Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps  N**** wanna creep, got to watch my back  Think the Cognac and Indo sack make me slack?    I switches all that, ***sucker G's up  One false move, get swiss cheesed up  Clip to Tec, respect, I demand it  Slip and break the 11th Commandment  'Thou shalt not *** with raw C-Poppa'  Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya    I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the don  P**** when I want Rolex on the arm, you'll die slow but calm  Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake  So you know where to tell Jake, lame ***, brave ***    Turned front page ***, Puff Daddy flips daily  I smoke the b*****, he slips on the Bailey's  On the rocks, tote *** at christenings  And my ***, in the fire position and what?    Come here, come here, open your fucking mouth, open your  Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me, huh?  Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me, huh?  Look at you now, huh?  Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?  Bitch-ass ***a, what?    (Who shot ya?)  As we proceed to give you what you need  9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***  (Who shot ya?)  Get high mother***, ready to die mother***, hah  (Who shot ya?)    As we proceed to give you what you need  (Who shot ya?)  9 to 5 mother***, east coast mother***  (Who shot ya?)    West coast mother***, west coast mother***  As we proceed to give you what you need  As we proceed to give you what you need    Get live mother***, get live mother***  9 to 5 mother***, get money mother***    As we proceed to give you what you need  Get live mother***, 9 to 5 mother***  J.M. mother***, J.M. mother***  As we proceed to give you what you need  © BERNHARDT MUSIC; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; BIG POPPA MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.;