Featuring: Kain Mark Curry Diddy
Songwriter: Mark Curry Diddy
[Verse 1: P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G
Listen to me, playboy
Check this out
I go
On and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
P.D. call her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she's zonin'
Tellin' me she's all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time
I live what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the cheddar is mine
We ain't
The type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that Mackadocious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this
The cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again
That's whats happenin'
Please believe it
We on top and won't leave it
[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
[Verse 2: Kain Cioffie]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo, C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double E-N-Z
Come on ma you're ridin' with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffie the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music, women son we standin' in it, ha
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic
Don't take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit ... burn flames
Who's controllin' this
I can make the bitches grin
Cause I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin' at ya door, it's Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don't get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up
We can drop it low
Recognize what it is, when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G
Listen to me, playboy
Check this out
I go
On and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
P.D. call her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she's zonin'
Tellin' me she's all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time
I live what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the cheddar is mine
We ain't
The type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that Mackadocious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this
The cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again
That's whats happenin'
Please believe it
We on top and won't leave it
[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
[Verse 2: Kain Cioffie]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo, C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double E-N-Z
Come on ma you're ridin' with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffie the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music, women son we standin' in it, ha
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic
Don't take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit ... burn flames
Who's controllin' this
I can make the bitches grin
Cause I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin' at ya door, it's Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don't get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up
We can drop it low
Recognize what it is, when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas
[Chorus]
[Kokane]
(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)
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