Puff Daddy
Mase ft. Puff Daddy Lyrics

Yo, check it
Listen up, pay attention

Call Lil' Cease Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
I need weed, money, and the nurse to give me sexual pleasure, and I want my noisy neighbor removed

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is loving me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feeding me breakfast, and giving me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm getting high, getting head on the beach Chilling, sitting on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin' Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes
Despite being told I need three weeks to recover, I'm surrounded by adoring nurses who take care of me. I'm not dead, I'm living it up on the beach with my crew, money, guns, and women. I expect to make a billion more in the next two years from drug dealing. I don't care for those who oppose me, and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is ready for any backlash. I consistently rap about the street life.

Notorious! C'mon, we are, we are No, No, No, Notorious! He is, he is, No, No, No, Notorious!
Celebrating my reputation and status as Notorious, as well as displaying confidence in myself and my associates

This for my niggas slingin' thangs, hammer ringin' kings Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win And the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggas to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggas talkin' real greasy on some ballin' shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin' like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses
I'm rapping about my lavish lifestyle, the desire for material items, and my willingness to have sex with women. I'm also talking about killing rivals and spending money on jewelry. I'm not impressed by those who think they are better than me, as without me, they wouldn't be where they are. I'm always improving and am better than the rest.

C'mon y'all Notorious! We are, we are (what's his name) No, no, no, Notorious! He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?) No, no, no, Notorious!
Further celebrating my status as Notorious and linking it to my name.

Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what, I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperon Things done changed, but we continue to reign As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still the center of attention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rocking mics in high heel stilettos We taking over like Francis Switching our styles like the hottest new dances See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
I'm boasting about my status as the Queen of hip-hop, and my association with Frank White, who is still a major figure despite being dead. My style is constantly changing, but my confidence remains the same. I'm allowing others to make money in the industry, but I'm the one in charge. I'm doing everyone a favor by delaying my album release, so they have time to stack money.

She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, we are c'mon No, No, No, notorious! We are, we are Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) No, no, no, notorious! We are, we are Bad Boy 2000 B.I.G. Born Again (he is, he is) No, no, no, notorious! And he won't stop 'Cause he can't stop We are, we are (Brooklyn baby) No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is
More celebration of our status, mentioning the Bad Boy record label, and paying tribute to Biggie Smalls, who is no longer with us.