I Need A Girl (Part 1)

[Chorus]

I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)

Damn near die for me (Stand by my side)

Gon' call for me (Stand up and cry)

Pay my bail for me, make sales for me

Have a baby with (This is what she'll do)

Lie to industry (Be my baby momma too)

Someone who'll never leave (And always be true)

How I wish my wife could be you

[Loon]

I need a girl that'll ride for me

Situation get real bitch'll die for me

Even step in the courtroom and lie for me

I'm talkin' about right hand in the sky for me

Do twenty-five for me, nigga steal a pound for me

Shorty probably blow a nigga to the sky for me

And go and sit in a chair that'll fry for me

And lord know if I die she gon cry for me

Never say bye to me

I can't deny shorty love is official

Even though love ain't the issue

Shorty still smuggle the pistol

Packin' a gat then hug you and kiss you

Show you love when other niggas that diss you

You on the real

That's the type chick a nigga need

The type smoke all a nigga's weed

And still move at a nigga's speed

Never a victim of a nigga's greed

Especially if she runnin' round with a nigga's seed

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]

I had a girl that woulda died for me

Didn't appreciate her so I made her cry for me

Everyday she had tears in her eyes for me

I caught a case shorty took the whole ride for me (Thank you)

At first we were friends then became lovers

You was more than my girl we was like brothers

On late nights we would play fight under covers

Now you gone can't love you like I really wanna

But every time I think about your pretty smile

And we used to drive the whole city wild

Damn I wish you woulda had my child

A pretty little girl with Diddy style

Shit is wild

Now these's days that I reminisce

About my little mami I'ma always miss (I miss you)

But long as you happy I'ma tell you this

Ain't nothin' that's broke that we can't fix

Mamacita

[Chorus]

[Loon]

Now I done seen chicks come and go

Some in it for the love some want the dough

But some of them confused and don't really know

The difference between a woman and a silly ho

But on the low

I'ma tell you how it really be

'Cuz I be chillin' where the young willies be

Strip clubs, sit buzzed spend twenty G's

Shit bugged stick dubs where they titties be

[P. Diddy]

This nigga Diddy be chillin' with the prauda mamis

Posted up with the chick with the hottest body

Yo shorty all on me little hot tamale

(But I'ma ride for you Daddy) Then I got you mami

Cause all I wanna do is take care of you

And do things that the playas ain't prepared to do

Like if I rock ice you gon' wear it too

Fuck wit me I have the whole world stare at you

You feel me girl?

[Chorus]

"If You Want This Money"

(feat. G. Dep, The Hoodfellaz)

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone [3x]

Yeah!

[Morock]

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love

I cripple thugs, just because

You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs

Until your place hit up

Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks

You're better off making sure papi know your name well

Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells

Now believe it, better place checks

Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie Blassy]

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime

Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb

And BK, no such thing, it's dark

The sun go down, the tool start to spark

Outline in chalk, moms lift the part

Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court

Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk

It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?

[G. Dep - Chorus]

Now if you want this money baby

Then I guess you in the right place

And if your mind ain't right sugar

Then you need to get up outta my face

So what's the deal?

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight

Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day

[Verse]

It's like that y'all (that y'all)

Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)

Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)

Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)

And clap y'all (clap y'all)

That's how I see things goin'

Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'

And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven

It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

[P. Diddy]

And here we go [overlaps Verse's last line]

Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be

Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe

I told y'all it's on for life

The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write

Hold it down, hold the crown

What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now

Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track

This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

[Chorus]

[G. Dep]

Yo, yo

Niggas mad at the fact we bad

Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab

If your shit wack, we burn

If you got beef, we come back like a tax return

We get money, hold money, no quotas

We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive

Aiyyo, I burn more

Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)

Cause you a turn-off

[Poppa Sims]

Numb in my veins

And bought enough to numbin' the brain

Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange

Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock

1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time

In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's

Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls

Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street

Come on, I can make dessert outta beef

[Chorus - till fade]