Puff Daddy - So Right (Remix) lyrics

Verse One: Styles Catch me in the Dirty South In the red porche burning out Head across seas, bout to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right Plan is to keep the fam tight Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light Can't see the dice, ice to bright Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot Get a record deal and not take it serious Plan to make hits for a long period Hell of a living, sh** being on television Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in Chorus: Kelly Price Your love, so right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) Your fault love, so tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) Verse Two: Sheek Luchion Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done International despite thee, Westcoast beef I blew it down on Keenen Ivory Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain So if we conflict you get all in yo brain You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop ]From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle Heard one song, now you changing up your single While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual Chorus Verse Three: Jadakiss Yeah, wha, wha, yo yo yo yo Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then Get this money, keep it tightened, right when All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us Fooled ya'll a**, ya'll tools don't blast All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash I hang my plaques in the bathroom Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit While I'm taking a sh** Playa Haters be scraping the 6 For no reason, that don't even make no sense I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof gla** tints If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out Get a new look out, pull your black book out Who you know pal for enough to distribute 2.5 and that's just the tribute Anything envolved with Benji's we with that With the good comes the bad never forget that Verse Four: Jay-Z If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game Motherf**ers better think before they spit out my name I been known to have torn sh** out the frame Load up the clip and aim TEST ME! You ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block I'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc You know we come through with the gleam sh** blinding your block And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME! Yes n***a, Jay and L-O-X n***a This is for you training bra b**hes whose chest got bigger It's on n***a, and the simple fact is We got this rap sh** captive Chorus to fade