The Saga Continues...

{*Kokane begins stutter-singing the word lonely*}<br><br>[P. Diddy]<br>This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.<br>Listen to me playboy, check dis out<br>I go, on and on and on and<br>Won`t take her to the crib unless she`s bonin`<br>PD call her on the phone and<br>Promise I`ll leave her moanin`<br>Now she zonin`<br>Tellin` me she`s all alone and<br>Love the dark chocolate tone and<br>Ahead of my time, I live what`s said in my rhymes<br>The cars and the chedda is mine<br>We ain`t, the type to sit back and lose focus<br>Spit that mack-a-docious<br>Most ferocious<br>Cash all in my holsters<br>Burn more bread than toasters<br>You must know this, the cats I`m with is the coldest<br>Hip-hop quota but quote this<br>Back on the track again, thats whats happenin`<br>Please believe it, we on top and won`t leave it<br><br>[Chorus: Kokane]<br>Sometimes I feel like I`m lonely<br>And sometimes I feel like I`m lonely<br><br>[Kain]<br>Uh, uh, yeah<br>Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E<br>Q-U-double E-N-Z<br>Come on ma your riding with me<br>Leave the lame respect the game<br>When you hanging on my arm you expect the same<br>And, extasy when you sex the Kain<br>I, only link with the wealthiest<br>And only cop jewels if it drop celcius<br>Now, you can run but you can never hide<br>But, where you go when the temperature rise<br>It`s Bad Boy see death in ya eyes<br>Kain Cioffe the next on the rise<br>Damagin` shit hot stamina split<br>You got screwball raps we the hammerin` clique<br>Limo, the club, and the cameras`ll flip<br>Money, music women son we standin` in it HA!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Mark Curry]<br>Yo, yo, yo, yo<br>Don`t panic, don`t take this for granted<br>I did then still do and always ran it<br>A lot to gain when I say I`m off the chain<br>The shit I spit...burn flames<br>Who`s controllin` this<br>I can make the bitches grin<br>Cuz I get money and run with the richest men<br>Knockin` at ya door it`s Curry again<br>Been down since the jump off begin<br>You know who I am<br>Don`t get it all twisted up<br>Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up<br>We can pick it up, we can drop it low<br>Recognize what it is when I come through the door<br>Not partyin` and pimpin`, I walk wit a limp<br>Once I took it to the top I ain`t fell off since<br>Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan<br>Ain`t none of y`all seein` ya man<br>Get a grip niggas<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Kokane]<br>(On guard, defend yo` self) It`s lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)<br><br>{*Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word lonely*}