[Intro: Diddy] It's that shit that make you feel like you can levitate Every king needs his theme music Let that bass work, take your time with it See, patience is a virtue And I've been as patient as I can be See in the midst of the chaos and confusion The lust for the fame and the glory Some of y'all done lost focus I'm disappointed...
[Hook: Diddy & Los] I'll burn 100 thousand just for my enjoyment Y'all niggas need to call me, come get some employment I work way too hard to let a bitch destroy it Y'all niggas out here slippin', I'm disappointed The shit you rockin' and the chicks you knockin' - I'm disappointed Niggas watchin' other men's pockets - I'm disappointed Remember that a real nigga told you - I'm disappointed You disregarded the shit I showed you - I'm disappointed
[Verse 1: Los] My niggas follow a code of ethics with loaded weapons Watch your tone when we're speaking, don't even show aggression Non-emotional king, it's sickening how I get it I bury money then fuck around and forgot I did it My bitch is trained your bitch is on trains Your bitch is plain, my bitch is on planes I move different and breathe different Niggas cut me, I fuck around and bleed different
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[Verse 2: Ludacris] Listen... haters best get on your job They can't seem to keep up with all the shit I'm doing, nigga My family organization is like the mob Keep one eye open, just call me Slick Rick The Ruler, nigga I can get a little cocky pulling off in my Kawasaki 1000 dollar bottles of Sake, takin' shots to the head like Rocky Probably with your bitch... I put this dick in her And she just got baptized, I Luda-Christened her I'm the commissioner when it comes to spitting sick bars My product potent like trusted dealers that flip raw And I'm spending fast as I'm getting cause tomorrow's not promised Today, nigga, what you think we make these hits for? Ironically, seems like my life's your entertainment Better that then having to show up for arraignment That bitch I'm leaving with is not the bitch I came with Me, Los and Diddy, we got it, nigga, you name it
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[Verse 3: Los] Peep the cycle, I'll beat the psycho of every child smothered What I perfected I done injected into my child's mother Them clouds hover, she got a deal on some fly shit So in turn, my son saw a world tour before I did Open your eyelids, try to figure this king out Five months in the womb, and my son was living my dreams out Wrote a recipe for all the dramas I stepped through Cooked up something special and sent my mama to chef school Check who? Nigga, my stripes' part of my game All my dark nights turnt into white parties in Spain At the villa chillin', soakin' it in Like I don't know where the infinity pool ends or the ocean begins Might send your bitch back with the wrap from the transport Them packs in her JanSport and some stamps on her passport You past short, that's why I rock for the set I'm connected in high places like Wi-Fi on a jet (king)
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