intro
To give you what you need
Nine to five, motherfuckers
To give you what you need
Nine to five, motherfuckers
As we proceed (turn the mics up)
To give you what you need (turn the mic up, yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone)
East coast, motherfuckers (turn that shit the fuck up) (ug, what?)
Bad Boy, motherfuckers (turn it up louder, yeah, uh)
As we proceed, to give you
Nine to five, motherfuckers
verse
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
verse
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
verse
I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggas know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
verse
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
verse
Niggas mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
bridge
To give you what you need
Nine to five, motherfuckers
To give you what you need
East coast, motherfuckers
verse
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
verse
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
verse
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
verse
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and (get live, motherfuckers, ready to die, motherfuckers)
bridge
C'here, c'here (it ain't gotta be like that, Big)
Open your fucking mouth, open your
Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
(As we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now
(To give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man)
(Nine to five, motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(Get live, motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
bridge
(Get live, motherfuckers) (as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
(To give you what you need)
Nine to five, motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?) get high motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers
bridge
As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
Nine to five, motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers (who shot ya?)
West coast, motherfuckers
West coast, motherfuckers
outro
As we proceed (to give you what you need)
Nine to five, motherfuckers
Nine to five, motherfuckers
To give you what you need (what 'ya gon' do?)
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Allie Wrubel, Herbert Magidson, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick