Shyne - Sitting Home (Bad Boy Remix) lyrics

[Puff Daddy] The man ya'll been waitin' to hear Check him out [Shyne] Let it be understood, Bad Boy run this ]From Brooklyn to AT, they pump this Got you in the head with this gun shell Yeah, I know... I be on some dumb sh** ]From the cold k**a n***as that air the block out Them chinchilla broads that wear your co*k out Cost her ten mil, now it's me you see hop out Stop playin', game over like the lock-out Serious sh**, I'm the baddest Bad Boy, imperial sh** Me and Q double L from the 4 period 6, knockin Total ? flava, no doubt [Pam] (Puffy) I'm gettin' tired of bein' tired of your ways (c'mon) You haven't come home or even called me today (this is the remix) And you don't know the pain when I'm feelin' alone I'm callin' out your name when you're not even home (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) [Kima] And I need you with me babe Can't see you leavin' me babe Cuz I don't know no other road I would go And I hope your feelings change Come bring your lovin' back to me So I can give you all you need and much more Oh, I'm sittin' 1 - [Total] Sittin' home waitin' for you Starin' at these walls is all I do I try my best to be good to you But you're never around when I'm in the mood [Keisha] (Puffy) All my friends think that I am your fool (talk to me Keisha) And since you have been gone, I been thinkin' so too Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong (you ain't doin' nothin' wrong) We should stay together cuz our love is so strong (I feel ya) [Kima] (Puffy) And I need you with me babe Can't see you leavin' me babe Cuz I don't know no other road I would go And I hope your feelings change Come bring your lovin' back to me So I can give you what you want and much more Oh, I'm sittin' (Shyne, talk to me one time) [Shyne] I think it's only right I live the beat I was on some multi-platinum melody tone Shoot, they 'bout to bury me homes Carry it home, pencil bars and continental laws Coincidental? Nah I was meant to do this My speaches as a fetus get you at your z-lift, you beatless I made one, you lightweight, I made tons You betta off countin' stars, then them hoes that I make cum Hot to def, I ain't talkin' rhymes I'm talkin' 'bout this vest, TEK and the coat to cover it all From the veteran ?, VK the 2-5 n***a, Shyne is too live Say you betta? n***a you lie Wanna be me? You can't fit the shoe size Them hoes? Bruised eyes Young Don from, ummm, Brook-lon Repeat 1 to fade