We Gon' Make It Lyrics - P. Diddy

Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it 

There's no nigga like you 

And there'll never be another nigga like you 

Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks 

Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em 

As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low 

Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims 

Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint 

I can't hide in New York City 

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West 

Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast 

I done been there and did it 

Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 

1990 Raw, I showed you ice 

You ain't know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice 

When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm 

Like a Don's supposed to, Sean 

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers 

And switch to All Stars without losin' focus 

These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks 

But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big 

Do seem like my future's here now 

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' 

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' 

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' 

But Lord knows that we gon' make it 

Tell me who shot Big 

And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs 

If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef 

Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat 

Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief 

Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep 

We ride, what's a four door Bentley Coupe 

Without my nigga on the passenger side? 

And still, I try to get money, stay fly 

Finish the race, holdin' my crown high 

I fly next to God, my eyes on the prize 

Been away a long time but now I'm re-energized 

The life and times of a mastermind 

Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine 

And the day I die, let a G4 fly 

And dump my ashes over N.Y. 

Do seem like my future's here now 

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' 

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' 

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' 

But Lord knows that we gon' make it 

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no rules 

And do what I do by any means 

Call him necessary, the great visionary 

Born extraordinary, a life legendary 

Who else put flows out that put clothes out? 

Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out 

Nine-six, Big showed me what to do 

But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' 

I spend absurd money, private bird money 

That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money 

Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award winner 

New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga 

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust 

This is life when you black, rich and dangerous 

I'm with God, I'ma live on forever 

Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it better 

Do seem like my future's here now 

It feels good to see the sun in the mornin' 

I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' 

I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' 

But Lord knows that we gon' make it 

So there y'all have it 

Words from a wise great king 

We love it when you speak the truth, daddy 

Don't ever stop, please, don't ever stop