Come on, yeah
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(I'm comin)
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Come on, yeah
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(I'm comin)
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Come on, yeah
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(I'm comin)
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Come on, yeah
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(I'm comin)
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[x2]
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[Stlyes:]
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Can't stop, won't stop
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Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
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Move like little black kid stealing candy
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Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream
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Real generals never fail eighteen
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Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
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If you said in your last time, [?]
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And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet
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You think not, as if
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Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
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Is he rockin cashmiere? Y'all know we don't pass there
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Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
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Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there
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Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes
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Puff out his own with this chick from Rome
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[?], funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy
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But now the Sean-Don keep the [?]
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[Chorus-Puff Daddy:]
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Too many people worried about what we got
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Everything we drop will be hot
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Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop
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Can't stop, won't stop
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[x2]
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[Sheek:]
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Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby
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My career clear while your shit look hazy
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Bang with us? I don't think so, we platinum plus
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With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss
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But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it
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At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
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Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
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Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
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One hit for all of us to start eatin
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And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats
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Our parents are sharp like cactuses
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And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses
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Dimes flooded out in the hidous
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Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes
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Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens
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Now relax as we videotape you in the bed
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[Chorus x2]
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[Jay:]
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If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar
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Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler
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Who runnin the town? The Goodfellas
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Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother?
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With the third-person, you might catch me surfin
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Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin
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Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect
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And I only bum heads with checks
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In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh
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Pop a snapple, I [?] lay on my chest
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All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
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Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex
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Yes, the black hood, and I mack good
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With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood
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Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?
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Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should
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[Chorus]
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Can't Stop, Won't Stop
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The LOX |