Lonely Lyrics - The Saga Continues - P. Diddy

[P. Diddy] 

This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. 

Listen to me playboy, check dis out 

I go, on and on and on and 

Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' 

PD call her on the phone and 

Promise I'll leave her moanin' 

Now she zonin' 

Tellin' me she's all alone and 

Love the dark chocolate tone and 

Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes 

The cars and the chedda is mine 

We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus 

Spit that mack-a-docious 

Most ferocious 

Cash all in my holsters 

Burn more bread than toasters 

You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest 

Hip-hop quota but quote this 

Back on the track again, thats whats happenin' 

Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it 

[Chorus: Kokane] 

Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

[Kain] 

Uh, uh, yeah 

Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E 

Q-U-double E-N-Z 

Come on ma your riding with me 

Leave the lame respect the game 

When you hanging on my arm you expect the same 

And, extasy when you sex the Kain 

I, only link with the wealthiest 

And only cop jewels if it drop celcius 

Now, you can run but you can never hide 

But, where you go when the temperature rise 

It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes 

Kain Cioffe the next on the rise 

Damagin' shit hot stamina split 

You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique 

Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip 

Money, music women son we standin' in it HA! 

[Chorus] 

[Mark Curry] 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

Don't panic, don't take this for granted 

I did then still do and always ran it 

A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain 

The shit I spit...burn flames 

Who's controllin' this 

I can make the bitches grin 

'cause I get money and run with the richest men 

Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again 

Been down since the jump off begin 

You know who I am 

Don't get it all twisted up 

Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up 

We can pick it up, we can drop it low 

Recognize what it is when I come through the door 

Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp 

Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since 

Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan 

Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man 

Get a grip niggas 

[Chorus] 

[Kokane] 

(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)