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      About "Reverse"

      Lyrics for Diddy - "Reverse"

      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

      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

      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

      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

      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

      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 our gun craps
      I'll straighten out the nigga now
      When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse
      When I glide the entire map
      With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up
      Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up
      And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
      Look in my eyes, I'm not scared
      Sucka, you heard what I said
      If you don't wanna get dead
      No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
      The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule

      Don't hold me back, you bet
      How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines
      A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine
      I hope you know there's nothin' fresher
      The manifester apply the pressure
      Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
      Now fix your fuckin' face up
      Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw
      Everybody hit the fuckin' floor
      Only the real mother fuckers belong
      I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song
      (Bitch nigga)
      You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past
      When I used to pull spine outcho ass
      Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit
      Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit
      Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips
      Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house
      Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
      Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

      SONGWRITERS:
      Simpson, Valerie / Ashford, Nickolas / Coleman, Trevel / Broady, Carlos Daronde / Myrick, Nashiem Sa-Allah / Burton, T / Barrow, Jamal / Noble, Reggie / Gaither, Todd Eric / Smith, Trevor
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