\"We Gon\' Make It\"(feat. Jack Knight)[Intro]\nBaby this is your last dance; you know how you do it\nThere\'s no nigga like you and there\'ll never be another nigga like you\nPut your foot on these motherfuckers necks\nDo it to \'em daddy, do it to \'em\n\n[Diddy]\nAs my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low\nHittin corners so hard you can taste my rims\nHard top six-four, I\'m Diddy no tint\nI can\'t hide in New York City\nI\'m \'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West\nKnow a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted on her breast\nI done been there and did it (I done been there and did it)\nTen years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted\n1990-Raw I showed you ice\nYou ain\'t know who Jacob was so I showed you twice\nWhen it was (All About the Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm\nLike a Don\'s supposed to, Sean\nRide with a chaffeur in Gucci loafers\nAnd switch to All Stars without losin focus\nThese rap niggaz hopeless (hopeless) you can changethe locks\nbut I\'ma shine for niggaz that ain\'t know Big\n\n[Chorus: Jack Knight]\nDo, seem, like, my, fu-ture\'s, here, nowwwww\nIt feels good to see the sun in the mornin\nI\'m tired of feelin that the people are talkin\nI heard a rumor that things ain\'t changin\nBut Lord knows that we gon\' make it\nOooooooooooooooooooh\n\n[Diddy - over Chorus]\nThe world famous\nAs we proceed\nTo give you what you need\nIt\'s been so long\nIt\'s been so real\nSo magnificent, thank you\n\n[Diddy]\nTell me who shot Big (who shot Big)\nAnd take the bullets out of 2Pac\'s ribs (take \'em out)\nIf I could I would reverse the car, reversethe beef\nPut it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby)\nSometimes I get drunk, for stress relief\nOther times I put \"Life After Death\" on and peep\nWe ride (we ride) what\'s a four door Bentley Coupe\nwithout my nigga on the passenger side?\nAnd still I try (I try) to get money stay fly\nFinish the race, holdin my crown high (take that)\nI fly next to God, my eyes on the prize\nBeen away a long time but now I\'m reenergized\n(AS WE PROCEED) The life and times of a mastermind (c\'mon)\nDedicate every breath to claim my designs (it\'s mine)\nAnd the day I die, let a G4 fly\nand dump my ashes over N.Y.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Diddy - over Chorus]\nY\'all know my name, y\'all know my motherfuckin name\nI told you I was gon\' be great ma\nI TOLD YOU I WAS GON\' BE SOMEBODY!\nOhhh!! Feel so good\nFeel so free\nPut your fists in the air, AOWWWW!!\n\n[Diddy]\nI\'m the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules\nand do what Ido by any means (c\'mon)\nCall him necessary, the great visionary\nBorn extrordinary, a life legendary\nWho else put flows out, that put clothes out\nFlee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out\nNine-six Big showed me what to do\nBut deep in my heart, this is \"No Way Out II\" (let\'s rock)\nI spendabsurd money, private bird money\nThat Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money (you know what it is)\nOld habits die hard, the Vanguard award winner\nNew York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss nigga\nI\'m seein visions like I did a bag of angel dust\nThis is life when you black rich and dangerous\nI\'m with God, I\'ma live on forever\nBad Boy for life bitch, nobody does it better (nobody)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Diddy - over Chorus]\nY\'all know my name, y\'all know my motherfuckin name\nI\'m in the best shape of my life!\nY\'all know my name, y\'all know my motherfuckin name\nYEAH! YOU CREATED THIS MONSTER!\nIT\'S SO INSPIRATIONAL, IT\'S SO REAL\nBAD BOY BITCH!\n\n[Outro]\nSo there y\'all have it\nWords from a wise, great King\nWe love it when you speak the truth daddy\nDon\'t ever stop, please\nDon\'t ever stop daddy, Diddy, hip-hop, Jack, Knight, Music, puff, puffy, r&b