P. DIDDY - Lonely lyrics

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    P. DIDDY LYRICS
    
    "Lonely"(feat. Kain, Kokane, Mark Curry)
    [Kokane begins stutter-singing the word lonely]
    
    [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
    Cuz 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]
    
    [Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word lonely]

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