Puff Daddy ft. The Notorious B.I.G., The LOX & Lil' Kim - It's All About the Benjamins

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Music video by Puff Daddy performing It's All About the Benjamins. Off the album No Way Out. © 1997 Bad Boy As featured on DJ Xclusive City’s top-ranked podcast. Click to listen to DJ Xclusive City’s podcast: iTunes: http://smarturl.it/XclusiveCityPodcast Google Play: http://smarturl.it/GooglePlayPodcast More from DJ Xclusive City: Ya Mean: https://youtu.be/nCrZJEovi2w Bounce & Lean: https://youtu.be/Mj8bC4skSG4 More great classic hip hop videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicHipHop?IQid... Connect with DJ Xclusive City: Website: http://www.djxclusivecity.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/djxclusivecity Twitter: https://twitter.com/djxclusivecity Instagram: https://instagram.com/djxclusivecity Soundcloud: http://www.soundcloud.com/DJXclusiveCity Snapchat: https://www.snapchat.com/add/djxclusivecity Subscribe to Xclusive City on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/XclusiveCitySub --------- Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin' the raw deal Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin' to bury Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums Five plus five's, who drive Millenniums It's all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts And somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I want it all figured out, fuck bein' a broke nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle [Verse 3: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's Mienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa And the Latin chick transportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Alona From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown Pinkie ringin', gondolas with the man singin' Italian music down the river with your chick clingin' To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Hook] It's all about the Benjamins, baby It's all about the Benjamins, baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins, baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins, baby Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins, baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse 4: Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, what the blood clot Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" And you know me from makin' niggas so sick Floss in my Six, with the 'Lex on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted Suck a dick, all that bullshit you kick Player-hatin' from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's in Mercedes Puffy, hold me down, baby! Only female in my crew and I kick shit Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you! [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' The ice grill make it hard to figure me Liquor be kickin' me in my asshole Undercover Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And I'm livin' that for life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Player haters, get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's, what [Outro]