Sitting Home Remix Lyrics

Sitting Home Remix lyrics

featuring 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 shit
Y'all know I be on some dumb shit
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 shit
I'm the baddest Bad Boy,
period shit
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
Shit '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