[Chorus: Ashanti and (Notorious B.I.G.)] See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one) But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And
I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.
(Huh) Yeah! It's the world renowned Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc'-a-fella records Don't get it confused (Roc', baby) Doin' what we do (It's the Roc', baby) B
love yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, nigga We from the Bronx, New York shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place
they denim Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge
in (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what? I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception B boys gather around and act p noid Bring
Warm tech sittin on my L A P in the L A C riding round with a whole pound of that LA weed And im standing sharp please don't let that candy spark Shotgun
, got drunk then I finish you I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly, with
they double deuce Shifted ass cheeks last week in Ludacris's backseat Afraid so, ask son, taste them Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em Out every weekend, she puttin' A.P.B
B.I.G. Uh, Jay and B.I.G. (What? What?) Got the keys from Diddy Women and liquor, no stress Meet us upstairs in your best, yes Dressed, to impress Spark
& The Notorous B.I.G.] You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm lovin you tonight [Verse 1 - The Notorious B.I.G.]
' Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no, Cristal tonight If it's alright with you, we fuckin' Deja vu, the blunts sparked
: Notorious B.I.G. We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P
The Darkside No luv so you know a Nigga heart cry Bet I still b on top Wen them cars fly Even then I still let da sparks fly Lotta nigga turn the dick
things How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do