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Sitting Home Remix Song Lyrics
Sitting Home Remix by Total F/ Shyne

[Puff Daddy (speaking)]

The man you've all been waiting to hear

Check him out


[Shyne]

Let it be understood

Bad Boy run this

Brooklyn the A T they pump this

Punch you in your head

With this gun sh*t

Y'all know I be on some dumb sh*t

I'ma cold kill the niggas that air the block out

And ten chiller broads that'll wear your cock out

Cost a half a mil

That was me you seen hop out

Stop playin, game over like a lockout

Serious sh*t

I'm the baddest Bad Boy, period sh*t

Me and P-U-double-F in the 4 period 6

Knocking Total

Carrying weight, flavor, no doubt


[Pam]

I'm getting tired being tired of your ways

You haven't come home or even called me today

You don't know the pain when I'm being alone

I'm calling out your name when you're not even home


[Bridge]

Cause I need you with me babe

Can't see you leaving me babe

Cause I don't know no other road I would go

And I hope your feelings change

Come bring your lovin' back to me

So I can give you what you need and much more


[Chorus]

Sitting home waiting for you

'Cause staring at these walls is all I do

I try my best to be good to you

But you're never around when I'm in the mood


[Kisha]

All my friends think that I am a fool

And since you have been gone I've been thinkin so too

Just tell me what it is and what you feel I do wrong

We should stay together cause our love is so strong


[Bridge]


[Puff Daddy (speaking)]

Shyne, talk to me one more time


[Shyne]

I think it's only right I let it be known

I was on some multi-platinum melody tone

sh*t 'bout to bury me homes

Carry my chrome

Pencil bars, and Continental R's

Coincidental? Nah

I was meant to do this

My speeches, as a foetus

Meet you at your zenith, you beatless

I made one you liked, wait I'll make tons

You better off counting stars

Than the ho's that I make come

Hot to death

I ain't talking rhymes

I'm talking 'bout this vest, tek

And the ??cult recovery west??

From the better we ball

BK to 2-5

Nigga Shyne and it's too live

Say you better nigga you lie

want to be me, you can't fit the shoe size

Ho's, room skies, young don

from um, Brook-lyn, done, gone


[Chorus]repeat till fade