text: As we proceed to give you what you need 
  9-5, motherfuckers
  Get live, motherfuckers
  As we proceed to give you what you need
  9-5, motherfuckers
  Get live, motherfuckers 
  As we proceed to give you what you need 
  East Coast, motherfuckers 
  Bad Boy, motherfuckers 
  As we proceed to give you what you need
  J.M., motherfuckers
  J.M., motherfuckers 
  9-5, motherfuckers 
  Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
  Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
  Its on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin beef
  I can hear sweat tricklin down your cheek
  Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
  Thunderin, shakin the concrete
  Then the shit stop when I foil the plot
  Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
  Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
  Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
  Old school, new school need to learn though
  I burn, baby, burn, like Disco Inferno
  Burn slow like blunts with yayo
  Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
  Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place
  Fucking with B.I.G., it aint safe
  I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
  Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
  Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
  Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
  Everything around me, two Glock nines
  Any motherfucker whispering about mines 
  And Im Crooklyns finest 
  You rewind this, Bad Boys behind this 
  As we proceed to give you what you need 
  9-5, motherfuckers 
  Get live, motherfuckers
  As we proceed to give you what you need 
  East Coast, motherfuckers
  Bad Boy, motherfuckers
  Get high, motherfuckers
  Get high, motherfuckers 
  Smoke blunts, motherfuckers 
  Get high, motherfuckers 
  Ready to die, motherfuckers 
  9-5, motherfuckers 
  I seen the light excite all the freaks
  Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
  Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
  Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
  I switches all that, cocksucker, Gs up
  One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
  Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it
  Slip and break the 11th Commandment
  Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
  Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you
  I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, Im the don
  Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
  Youll die slow but calm
  Recognize my face so there wont be no mistake
  So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
  Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
  Puff Daddy flips daily
  I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
  On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
  Hammer cock, in the fire position and—
  Come here, come here 
  Open your fucking mouth, open your—
  Didnt I tell you dont fuck with me? Huh?
  Didnt I tell you not to fuck with me? Huh?
   Look at you now, huh? 
  Cant talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
  Bitch-ass nigga, what?
  Who shot you?
  To give you what you need
  9-5, motherfuckers
  Get live, motherfuckers
  Get high, motherfuckers 
  Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!
  As we proceed 
  To give you what you need
  9-5, motherfuckers
  East Coast, motherfucker 
  West Coast, motherfuckers 
  West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!
  As we proceed to give you what you need
  As we proceed to give you what you need 
  Get live, motherfuckers
  Get live, motherfuckers 
  9-5, motherfuckers 
  Get money, motherfuckers
  As we proceed to give you what you need 
  Get live, motherfuckers 
  9-5, motherfuckers
  J.M., motherfuckers
  J.M., motherfuckers
  As we proceed
  To give you what you need
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