☆ My Last Dream Featuring Come

*featuring Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep, Redman

[Puffy]
I’ll never stop
I don’t give a fuck
If it’s me against a million billion of ya’ll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can’t regroup, can’t recoup
I’ll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I’mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I’m at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it’s all “O’s”
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It’s official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin’ and choppin’ until the day that I’m gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain’t nothin’ but blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t’s and dot the i’s and
Pay the judge, drop the top we’ll mess around
Shit, it’s the kid rapper’s feelin’
You cowards don’t know? I’d rather be racketeerin’ somewhere
Bustin’ shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin’ the proscecutor at my hearin’
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it’s your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I’m focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge “All rise”
This gun’ll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y’all small fries
(Yo, I’m from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don’t matter, we’ll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I’m grown up and been married four times
Besides, I’m just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High

[G-Dep]
Reversin’ the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin’ the block, servin’ the pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin’ the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y’all sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That’s just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin’ you to kid, cat shootin’ sperm in you wiz
I’m why you smell herb in the crib
Man I’m out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I’m the hottest thing spittin’ so go warn your clique
Them niggas y’all look up to is on my dick
Sauce motherfuckin’ born to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin’ to see
Who, when, where, what it’s gon’ be
I don’t give a fuck if it’s he or she
I’m the virgin of hip hop
Nobody fuckin’ with me
I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin’, first one leakin’
Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
Bitches don’t cast stones down, they throw bricks
Why I come through and tell ’em to blow dick
These nigga’s the nicest? No, go fish
Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit

[Cee-Lo]
You’re treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
Observe it from over there, ok
Ain’t It obvious we overheated
You talkin’ that slick shit
But I jus’ know that you meant me
But evidently, you don’t know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain’t complex
I’ll just bang holes or you’re ablin’ to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
Come on and get some of ou