Best Ghostwritten Diddy Verses

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"When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bytches, dead nikkas ghosts
Feds with toast knocking my door down, sweat pour down
My body roast from the heat, so I soak my sheets
Wake up shivering, pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night it's different p*ssy since my girl left me
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cutthroats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss her, stare into space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, spray in their face
Lamping in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, the shyt I kick's just not lyrics
I hold a fifth, wondering if ten shots can stop spirits
If nikkas try to rob me, then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missing my hood now
Missing all the blocks, cause I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walking tightrope and can't look down, fire below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats, Knicks versus Nets, private jets
Millionaire air to Antigua, with Ananda the MTV Diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess?
East versus West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, loved hip hop
Since Afrika Bambaataa was def, a lot of respect
Feel me? fukk Tiff, I rock Sean John jewelry
I got the same hands that craft platinum and craft pyramids
Write about the Black Experience, sell it to Miramax
Tell me if you feeling that"
 

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"When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bytches, dead nikkas ghosts
Feds with toast knocking my door down, sweat pour down
My body roast from the heat, so I soak my sheets
Wake up shivering, pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night it's different p*ssy since my girl left me
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cutthroats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss her, stare into space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, spray in their face
Lamping in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, the shyt I kick's just not lyrics
I hold a fifth, wondering if ten shots can stop spirits
If nikkas try to rob me, then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missing my hood now
Missing all the blocks, cause I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walking tightrope and can't look down, fire below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats, Knicks versus Nets, private jets
Millionaire air to Antigua, with Ananda the MTV Diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess?
East versus West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, loved hip hop
Since Afrika Bambaataa was def, a lot of respect
Feel me? fukk Tiff, I rock Sean John jewelry
I got the same hands that craft platinum and craft pyramids
Write about the Black Experience, sell it to Miramax
Tell me if you feeling that"
Supposedly Sauce wrote that, yet it sounds eerily like 98/99 Esco who was also on the joint.
 

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Supposedly Sauce wrote that, yet it sounds eerily like 98/99 Esco who was also on the joint.

Where'd you hear it was Sauce? Always thought it was 100% Nas since he featured and you can easily hear him spitting that verse

I can see Sauce writing certain bars but shyt like "It's like I'm walking tightrope and can't look down, fire below me, now the fantasies I have for women are unholy" and final part talking about "East versus West, the rap game, when words became flesh, a whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress, still I ride to the death, loved hip hop since Afrika Bambaataa was def" got to be Nas

Plus Puff usually credited his writers especially ones that weren't in house and Sauce not credited on this
 
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