Fiddy and Emmy (human-written lyrics)

find somebody that love you the way that Fifty hate Diddy or better yet somebody that love you the way Fifty Centy love Emmy whole vest whole chest six shots still standing up repping washing the sweater clean of mom's vomit spaghetti stain pen on it no grease ain't stickin get the warm milk and the tuck in that not many men give you trip to the candy shop with friends its not weird to hold hands with grown men keep your bros linked like soldiers going in one thick other thin one white the other Em I'm just kidding I never listened to nothing Diddy nothing Jay Zee nothing fishy couldn't name a Diddy joint if you quizzed me and I'm a dork though Jay Zee does got that one about New York shout out Central Park not sure if that's the child he groomed singing on it or not its all out there for the public for anyone who still reading on any of them Epsteins or all of them island meetings on whose hand have you been feeding the dollar bills ensuring the demons continued breathing nod your heads bay bay its R Kelly and he is leaking yellow snow aw nah no nobody eat it (not for free at least, sheesh. we doing capitalism) find somebody that love you the way that Fifty hate Diddy or better yet somebody that love you the way Fifty Centy love Emmy whole vest whole chest six shots still standing up repping washing the sweater clean of mom's vomit spaghetti stain pen on it no grease ain't stickin get the warm milk lil hug and the tuck in that not many men gonna give you trip to the candy shop with friends its not weird to hold hands with grown men on the way to the studio to do it all again on the way to do it all again poets with the note pads and the pens signing in mind working overtime again making all the lyrics meet ends hoping to avoid dead ends hope I'm not stuck saying ends hope Em mom get all of the thins little treats get em mini or the wheat everybody gotta eat pills or food either or floor not far from the street we lost boys on the way Bungalow Bill rest in peace pour one out chicken meat are the ones we love ever really gone? is it still pizza? if you dump zonn til it gone? like the snow coming on? like its white as a ghost but we all got a friend when we need em the most in the darkest of hours with the dankest of dimes with the hit that is needed they're right on time and they got you like Diddy got bottles of oil and blackmail on the tapes and violence in the halls and there Fifty going Goku on all of it all and its Em and Fifty crip walking like Kermit lit up on the purple drank speaking but blurring spitting but slurring what is it that these Kermits doing they're doing this new thing where the innocent can put the stone in the sling pop off when they want stand on the high ground like kings Bill Cosby got nothing on me sorry pudding pop ain't a single thing that I'm gonna stop cuz I'm alright baby why you so wrong?