Song Details: Dressed In All Black Like The Omen Lyrics. The song name is It’s All About the Benjamins (Remix) which is sung by Puff Daddy & the Family feat. The LOX, The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil’ Kim.
Dressed In All Black Like The Omen Lyrics
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Goodfellas, uh
[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 de Janeir-y
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 Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In somethin’ European chromed out with the clutch, what
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I wanna hold figures, f^^k bein’ a broke n^^ga
Drinkin’ malt liquor, drivin’ a broke Viga
I’m with Mo’ sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c’mon)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin’ Cristals
Freakin’ the three-quarter reptiles (hahaha)
Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep I’ma scheme (that’s right)
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 (uh-uh), ’cause I leave you
I’m only here for that green paper with the eagle
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
I’m strictly tryin’ to cop those colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado’s (wooo!)
Tienda, with cash flowin’ like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin’ in the chocha
Stampedin’ over, pop Mo’s, never sober
Flexin’ Range Rovers dealin’ weight by Minnesota (uh)
Avoidin’ NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)
From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (hahahaha)
Trickin’ and takin’ me skiin’ at the Aspens, ugh (c’mon)
Gangsta mental, stay poppin’ Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac’ coupe that’s dark brown (wooo!)
Pinky-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 p^^sy as RuPaul’s
[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
[Refrain: Puff Daddy (Lil’ Kim)]
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 (Uh, uh)
[Verse 4: Lil’ Kim (Biggie)]
What the bloodclaat
Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?
Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?)
Have your friends singin’, “This is for my homie” (That’s right)
And you know me from makin’ n^^gas so sick
Floss in my 6, with the ‘lex on the wrist
If it’s murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo’ ass, b^^ch, deep throat it (Come on)
Know you wanna feel the womb ’cause it’s platinum-coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a d^^k
All that bullsh^t you kick, player-hatin’ from the sidelines
Get your own sh^t, why you ridin’ mine? (Uh-huh)
I’m a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes; Puffy, hold me down, baby!
Only female in my crew and I kick sh^t like a n^^ga do (Uh-uh)
Pull the trigger too, f^^k you! (Uh)
[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 (uhh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh)
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 t^tties at
And I’m livin’ that whole life, we push weight (Uh-huh)
F^^k the state pen, f^^k hoes in Penn State (C’mon)
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
Playa 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 Benjis, what?
[Outro]
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh-huh, yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby) yeah
(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)
Yeah, yeah yeah
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