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[P. Diddy]This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.Listen to me playboy, check dis outI go, on and on and on andWon't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'PD call her on the phone andPromise I'll leave her moanin'Now she zonin'Tellin' me she's all alone andLove the dark chocolate tone andAhead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymesThe cars and the chedda is mineWe ain't, the type to sit back and lose focusSpit that mack-a-dociousMost ferociousCash all in my holstersBurn more bread than toastersYou must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldestHip-hop quota but quote thisBack on the track again, that's what's happenin'Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it[Chorus: Kokane]Sometimes I feel like I'm lonelyAnd sometimes I feel like I'm lonelyLetras de canciones[Kain]Uh, uh, yeahHey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-EQ-you-double E-N-ZCome on ma your riding with meLeave the lame respect the gameWhen you hanging on my arm you expect the sameAnd, ecstasy when you sex the KainI, only link with the wealthiestAnd only cop jewels if it drop CelsiusNow, you can run but you can never hideBut, where you go when the temperature riseIt's Bad Boy see death in ya eyesKain Cioffe the next on the riseDamagin' shit hot stamina splitYou got screwball raps we the hammerin' cliqueLimo, the club, and the cameras'll flipMoney, music women son we standin' in it HA![Chorus][Mark Curry]Yo, yo, yo, yoDon't panic, don't take this for grantedI did then still do and always ran itA lot to gain when I say I'm off the chainThe shit I spit, burn flamesWho's controllin' thisI can make the bitches grinCause I get money and run with the richest menKnockin' at ya door it's Curry againBeen down since the jump off beginYou know who I amDon't get it all twisted upGet the cash to my hands be all blistered upWe can pick it up, we can drop it lowRecognize what it is when I come through the doorNot partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limpOnce I took it to the top I ain't fell off sinceStay high stay fly stay cool in the fanAin't none of yall seein' ya manGet a grip niggas[Chorus][Kokane: x2](On guard, defend your self) It's lonely at the top hey hey From Letras Mania