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Puff Daddy (P. Diddy) - P.E. 2000 (1999) - With Song Lyrics, Video and Free MP3 Download.


  Puff Daddy (P. Diddy) ~ "P.E. 2000"  








Year: 1999
RecordLabel: Bad Boy 9248
ChartPosition: R&B #34, UK #13, US #120
Album: Forever
Comments: [rap] (featuring Hurricane G.)



That`s that shit right here, whom shall I fear
Throw your guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
`Cause I`m that enemy that you can`t see

But you wanna be, you ain`t shit to me
Playa, it ain`t hard for you to get to me
Playa, my real dogs they`ll spit for me
So if you want what`s mine, you gots to have the heart

I`ve seen `em, come and I`ve seen `em part
If you ain`t want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after dark
Suffer, duck or you`ll catch these

On the spot, red dots make `em all believe
Ain`t nobody kicking the rhymes like these
See I do the things that they can`t achieve
So don`t start bassin` `n` I`ll start pacing

Bets on that you`ll be disgracing
More hotter than the sun
I`m living on the run
Because I`m public enemy number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Let me ask you, what you got against me?
Is it my girl or is it the Bentley?
Is it my house or maybe its all three?
I just came up and you`re all against me

Now ask yourself, why is he number one?
Now ask yourself, who`s done what he`s done?
Then ask yourself, you`re fit for the long run?
You think it`s a game `cause you fucked the wrong one

Always with God and I don`t swing solo
Never back down when I gotta throw dolo
Wanna see me out, but I just won`t go though
Pretty young things wanna have my photo

One in the room hangin` on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked `em all
Got no time for those that think small
Grill me in the club `cause they can`t ball

Hate shot callers, hate them ballers
Back in control, now I call orders
It`s no fun fleeing under the gun
`Cause they got me public enemy, number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

All you suckers, liars, court testifiers
Wanna infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
Giving them the juice that they`re not gettin`

A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor
A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer
I`m the life saver, the New York mayor
Before you try me, you better say your prayers

My word to the wise is, "Do not cry"
Do you know that I`m gone then say don`t die
I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
Thought it was over but I crept from behind

Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind
Almost 2000 and running out of time
Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines
A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine

Soldiers in position all on the front line
Don`t make a move till I give them the sign
Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
Because I`m public enemy number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah yeah, that`s right Puff, that`s what I`m talkin` about love
Sparklin` and glistenin` on these motherfuckers
These niggas is walkin` around like little bitches
Talkin` about what you got and what they ain`t got

They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down
But fuck that, they just mad `cause you got all the ladies
And you pushin` them Bentleys, not Mercedes, Bentleys
You know? And that`s just the way the story goes

And that`s just the way the story goes
Fuck you niggas and hoes

You think I`ma come this far
And let you niggas stop me now?
Picture that, number one, number one, number one
B I G forever, rock on



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