the reunion} Oh, let's work {Let's work, people} Oh, let's work {Mary J. Blige} Oh, let's work {I see you came through} {The Queen of Hip-Hop and Soul} {They call me, Diddy
of my crew knocked out (Come On) [P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!) [Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby,
[P. Diddy - talking] Yeah There's three things I like about the summertime Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love Yeah Hey yo, B Tell 'em what time
Star I'm florid idol, takin all titles Whole family 'spect it, whole fam connected Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected [Benzino softly speaking Hook] [P. Diddy
on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin' Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' M J G ah, P I M P
. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) No he'll never make love to you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) So
knocked out (Come On) [P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!) [Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave
california license plate, u know that Benz im focused like a Kodak lens bought my Aston Martin by the garden told em hold that thing im back, king cali twistin up
I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like
[P.Diddy:] I'm tryna hit Baby tell me what's up 'cause you the shit Yeah you the shit Can I give you one kiss? (uh huh) I'ma kiss you right there Real
, as I swang up on your Boulevard One hundred percent gangsta, don't make me have to pull your card From P.A.T., on up to the D The fucking town we holding
glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha, yeah, suited up
up a little bit for me) Turn me up yo Can you here me? But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (BIG: All up in my ears) Better
't surprised no more [Jay-Z] Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape How much money can one nigga make in one place How much dough could you hold
Yeah, we up now, yeah Yeah, we up now, c'mon We up now, yeah Yeah, we up now, c'mon Yeah, we up now Yo, now nobody party like we party You wouldn't know
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
cats is gon' be over I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up Take it back up
grow up I wanna be like T-Pain, a hit man But do yourself a favor partner, don't be talkin' shit man You're broad done up and broke your heart My whole squad hit man Hold up