P. Diddy

[P. Diddy]
I can't hear you!
I like it when you say my name
"The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture..."
Y'all gon' love me
Feelin it's about to get ugly

Inject this dose of the future
Tap them veins, grab hold, let me shoot ya
Mainline this new Diddy heroin
The Afro-American dream is too evident
The potential to be the first black President
iTunes, download me in every resident
Early, I skip break-fast
Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake pads
We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans
My CD's in 3-D, holograms
The future, y'all need to holla man
The live show's a hard act to follow man
Bronze my likeness, y'all need to follow him
From now to 3000, I'll be a problem man
The future

Always before you
"The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture..."
Always ill

With my demeanor, flip, assemble my own team to
Say fuck FEMA in case there's another Katrina
And you, laughed at the past, said I was a dreamer
But it's, back to the future, sold out arenas
We, take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves
This is the man who provided more jobs for blacks than armed services
Let's go
Cut them corners, stay ahead of them sharp curvages
Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superflous
Man, I extend credit to a vagabond
Run yo' city, and we not talkin marathons
Bang like chitty chitty here to disturb you
New CD, watch it spread like bird flu
America, fall back, you can't stop me
Got a thing for pigeon-toed chicks who walk knock-kneed
Skin-tight jeans we call that botoxied
I'm desensitized baby, you can't shock me
I'm the future

Always before you
"The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture..."
Always ill

I went from, blocks to greater to fortunes rock related
Now my entire crib is voice activated
Television on, Mr. Combs is home
Solar panel rooftop my, kitchen is chrome
Dim the lights to a purple haze then answer the phone
Hello?
Peep the moon through my retractable dome
What they thought they assassinated was only a clone
We about to venture off into the unknown let's go
Where sunrays hook off layers of ozone
Chips inserted in the brain, the new cell phone
The future, fuck with me now
I'm Grammy certified the committee can pick me now
And they all green with envy like Bill Bixby
Bow down, kiss the tip of my cane, I paid sixty thou'
You know the suit stay crispy now
Hands to the sky and get ready if you wit me now
The future

Never seen before, never will
Always before you, always ill
I AM!!!

[Biz + P. Diddy]
And you don't stop
And you can't stop

[P. Diddy] Yeah, yeah - I like this

[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what, a-say what?
[B-I-Z] Well I'm the Biz Markie
[Diddy] And I'm the P. Diddy
[B-I-Z] So you know what time it is
[Diddy] A-come on
[B-I-Z] If you
[Diddy] If you
[B-I-Z] Wanna know
[Diddy] Wanna know
[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz
[Diddy] A-say what?
[Diddy] And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy
[Diddy] And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

[P. Diddy]
So come on Diabolical
Don't stop and don't you dare quit
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!

[Biz Markie]
When I get on the mic, I guarantee
There's no better MC than Biz Markie
Everything I say, or anything I do
Will move yo' posse or your crew
When you me hear me say, and what I play
Affects a lot of people in the strangest way
Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
And I never miss a tag when it's my turn
Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance
Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'
I can - flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!"

[Chorus]
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone

[Biz Markie]
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato
The dime repeater, the MC greeter
Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater
The only MC in history
Who didn't even have to R-A-P
The bum destroyer, I'm comin for ya
Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer
Make James Brown get down (yeah yeah)
Made Beretta go get her (yeah yeah)
Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (yeah yeah)
Go change they sweaters (yeah yeah)
I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4
Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door
Rocked seven continents with all this flow
"And this is somethin for the radi-ohhhh"

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Got ladies screamin STRANJE STRANJE
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display
If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star
With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois
Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah
First car, I ever had was a Beamer
First girl, I ever had was a screamer
I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema
Put the party people in a state of shock
While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach
This is the end of this scenario
Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go - gotta go!"

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ ad libs

[sung ad libs before a quick fadeout]

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

P. Diddy:
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c'mon

I'm the definition of half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Black Rob:
Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I'm off of this medication, feelin deranged needin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames
Stay layin down our muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire
If not I ain't sayin no names, you'll soon expire (heh)
No pain (nothin) I feel remorse
Yes of course it's me and Diddy up first racin Porsches
Wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya Vibe's, XXL's and Source's bitch (c'mon, let's go)

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

Mark Curry:
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Warriors, still be the Victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps to flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow, that's fo' sho',
Bottles that pop, joints that rock
Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we ain't goin like that we're always gonna be here (yeah)
We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year!

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

We ain't, go-in
nowhere, we ain't
goin nowhere, we can't be
stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

(Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh)

Yeah
Its Bad Boy Baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
(I like that) 'Cause we can't stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something

[Verse I]
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere
I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin' literally blow your mind
My repratoir is Menage Trois
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stopping this
I can't help it I'm an optomist
And Ima make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name

[Hook-Neptunes]
Its the D the I the D the D the Y
The D the I the D
It's Diddy, (Hold Up) It's Diddy (That's crazy)
It's the D the I the D the D the Y
The D the I the D
Its Diddy, (Hold Up), It's Diddy (Say What!)

[Verse II]
Ay yo, I came in the door
I said it before
I never the ladiez hyptonize me no more
But, back to the manuscript
'Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
Make the party people dance to this
Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
Cause I came too far
For me to be bouswar
It's a Bently to you, to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security guards
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me

[Hook Repeat]

(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I'm trying to see you work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I wanna see you work it out girl

[Verse III]
Now hold up, stop, wait a minute
We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit
My aim is winning
Got asian women
That'll change my linen
After I done blazed and hit em
But I just wanna rock wit you
And take it straight to the top with you
And do what I gots to do
If it's possible
Cause I ain't trying to stop you boo
I got an agenda
Got on a ninja
One wheelin' and killin' it not to offend ya
That's when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender
So let me see you shake it girl
I just wanna see you shake it girl
For the return of the don
The world in my palm
My mom calls me Sean
But y'all call me

[Hook Repeat]
(La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La)
I wanna see you work it out girl

Yeah come on
I need a I want a
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
Yo I'm inter nationally known
on the microphone
I got it all but I really need a
wife at home
I don't really like the zone
never spend the night alone
I got a few
you would like to bone
But chicks don't romance me don't
tickle my fancy
Tiffany Nancy that's
not what my plans be
I need a girl like could stand me
raise me a family
Go to trips at the Lancy
trip to the Grammy's cause
Most of these girls be confusin me
I don't know if they really
love me or they usin me
Here's the money
or maybe you ain't used to me
Cause you was depressed and
now you abusin me
That's why I need a girl
that be true to me
Know bout the game
and know how to do to me
Without a girl on my side shit
ruin me
Forget the word it's you and me
Now let's ride
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
now I have had a lot of
women in my life time
But see it's not a lot of
women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks
with all the right features
And hoodrat chicks that
only rock sneakers
Cell phones and beepers
and know how to treat
You break her heart she'll
walk out and leave ya
I find a girl I'm a keep her
Cuz now I'm gettin
money and the game gettin deeper
I want some real shit
I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no
full limits no right
Anytime we together would
feel so right
You the girl I been
lookin for my whole life
God bless me
I'm glad I got the insight
It's cuz of you girl
now I understand life
I need a girl
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I had a girl
would've died for me
Didnt preciate her
so I made her cry for me
Every night she had
tears in her eyes for me
Caught a Case shorty
took the whole ride for me
First we were
friends then became lovers
You was more than my girl
we was like brothers
All night we would play
fight under covers
Now you gone can't
love you like I really wanna
But everytime
I think about your pretty smile
And how we used to
drive the whole city wild
Damn I wish you would've
had my child
A pretty little girl
wit Diddy's style
This shit is wild
All dem days that I reminisce
About the way I
use to kiss dem pretty lips
But as long as you
happy I'm a tell you this
I love you girl and
you're the one
that I will always miss
I love you
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride ride ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life

Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!
Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em
Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em
Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!!
(I want that) We won't stop!!!, special delivery!!!
(I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!!
(Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!!
(Well give it to me)

[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I'm a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it's

[Intro]
Uh
This is what I sound like after 5 years
(You back kid)
Why do I feel I still got the flow
(You back kid, Bad Boy for real, Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Before 99 I was born again
5 years later and I'm on again
Man I think I'm born to win
Mase broke, that's a oxy moron
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on
G-4's What I soar on, uh
You thinkin I ain't hot you so wrong
Sorry for the prolong
But now life goes on
Long list of hits and it goes on
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm getting a million a bar
Indeed I need not take no lie
Man, ya'll gone make me cry
It's kinda eerie when you hear me
Ya hairs stand up
Been a change of plan
Rip your old plan up
Instead of hatin
Help me lift the big man up (As we proceed...come on....yeah)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 2]
Some days I make thousands
Some days I make millions
Spend my day chillin
Coupe's with suede ceilings
Everybody out there wanna know what Mase got
Way hot gray drop Maybach gray yacht (Whoooo)
And that's just the way it be
Favor, people wanna pay for me
When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee
And I don't chase money man
Money chase me
I give my wife things that she dream and more
I give a little bit, and she fiend for more (lets go)
I'm back like Moses to bring the law (Come on)
Brand new saint Mase in mean velour
I had bling before you ever seen the tour
Fans from Iran and Singapore
And grown men beg me to bring them on tour
Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor (Let's Go!!)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 3]
I used to be the guy stood next to Diddy
Crucified for bringin sex in the city
Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty
How I know? I ain't got no extra wit me, oh
With the fist tight flow
Wit a wrist like whoa
What if this might blow
Ain't no if I... know
I'm the man to plan the way
This ain't my life
I've become a saved (Say what)
Put up a good fight
Like its mandalay
Hate the game, but it made a man a man
Gone for a while, its like I ran away
God tI'me now, and I don't plan to play
I'm only here for the one thing you lack
And make dj's scratch is he is he back
Kids in the hood stutter it's a it's a fact
It's the kid resurrected it's a it's a wrap
(As we proceed, to give you what you need, he's back)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (I wanna see yall out there)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work this, let's work now)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work, Turn the lights on somebody)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(hahahaha...I like this right here, I like this right here)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (For real, Bad Boy)
(AHHHH!)

[Intro - Loon - talking]
Ma I tried so many years
But it seems like, all I brought you is tears
I tried to eliminate, all of your fears
But its conflict
Yeah, check it out, uh, yo, aiyyo

[Verse 1 - Loon]
The game keep callin, niggaz in the streets is ballin
Try to creep, just to keep from fallin, but the block keep hollerin
Yellin my government name, I tried to stop but the love of the game
They got my girl in a frenzy, my niggaz used to be friendly
'Til they seen me and Puff in the Bentley
Now, forced to stay, forces use force and spray
Coffins lay, when I'm forced to play
Like a animal, dog if I put my hand on you, I'ma handle you
Like I'm "Hannibal," the motherfuckin cannibal
All plans is through, dreams and goals
The block hot but why this shit seem so cold
This shit seems so old, tryna redeem my soul
The Feds roll and my team done fold
Like a bad hand of poker, even ya man'll smoke ya
For these crushed up leaves of copa, now

[Chorus - Joe Hooker]
I, can't talk through to you
The way, I used to
You don't understand why I
Feel the way, that I do

[Verse 2 - Loon]
Yo, check it out
It's been four years and you ain't shed no tears
And through the course of that, I lost four pairs
That's why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers
You never consider it, like you just don't care
The pain I feel inside you just don't share
When I share my deepest thought, you just don't hear
Well aware of my fears of me losin my life
I'm well aware of my fears of me losin my wife
That's why I stay usin my gun and usin my knife
Gotta deal with this shit, 'til my music get right
I buy you pretty things just to see you wear it
You sayin I ain't shit, tryna break my spirit
I try to change my life but you just don't hear it
Guess I gotta find another girl to spend four years with
Damn, all that time got wasted, but I guess I gotta face it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Loon]
Uh, yo, uh, aiyyo
The cops don't like me, they always eager to fight me
Even though I know they wanna be like me, cause they see a nigga icy
Doin a buck in the white V, twizzy gettin busy with wifey
Gettin head on the highway, I'm gettin money the fly away
Pull me over just to fuck up my Friday, what could I say?
Nothin, still they be frontin
Throw a brick in the trunk and try to make up somethin
But I'm not with the bullshit, that's why I roll with a full clip
Flint cock the hammer and pull quick
Don't care about your uniform, or that bullshit you be on
Now who gon' really mourn when you be gone?
One in your head like a unicorn. you movin on, your favorite suit is on
Moms singing that stupid song, "my baby ain't blast nobody"
But he still got smoked at Bay Bay's party
That's why ..

[Chorus] - 2X

(*long pause*)

[Chorus] - 2X

[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[Nelly] (P. Diddy)
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

[P. Diddy]
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

[Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy)
Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
A thug is we then it's only two G
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

{*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*}

[Chorus]
[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

[Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly)
Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly)
Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

[Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

Out of all the guys that approach me
Walking up to me like they know me
Your were the one that stayed aside
Waited a while and took your time
You don't know how impressing
Your curiosity was to me
It was the 4th day of July
Looked in my eyes and saw that I
I wanted more than just a man
I needed a friend Someone
I can talk to someone
Who really listens
When you touched my hand
the sun got brighter then
Trusting you I closed my eyes
and felt our love begin
summertime
When we fell in love
It was the summertime
Heaven shined on us
it was the summertime
Baby there is nothing
like the summertime Summertime
Now it's been a year and were closer
Fall in love again when I hold ya
I know that God set you aside
for me And now you are my prize
Wanna grow old witcha
And fill our house with your pictures
Have a son for you
A little girl for me
Together we'll raise a family
I wanted more than just a man
I needed a friend
Someone I can talk to someone
who really listens
When you touched my hand
the sun got brighter then
Trusting you I closed my eyes
and felt our love begin
summertime
When we fell in love
it was the summertime
Heaven shined on us
it was the summertime
Baby there is nothing
like the summertime Summertime

It was the summertime
When we fell in love
it was the summertime
Heaven shined on us
it was the summertime
Baby there is nothing
like the summertime Summertime

Girl I gotta do what I gotta do
Change my life (Change my life)
Make things right (Make things right)
And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do
Risk my life (Risk my life)
In the late night (In the late night)
Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh

I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
But for now I gotta hug the block
I know you sick of visits from undercover cops
Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box
Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks
I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real
Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal
I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up
What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up
I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry'
How you think you got that rainbow Louis
Not with a legal job's salary

Ma' we got you stuck off the realness
You know the infamous
You heard of us
It's your Bad Boy business men
Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins
Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon
Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin'
To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands
Spend your whole life with stylin'
With that light that got me
Through it all you was right behind me
And ma' I know I gotta change
But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things
It's not the same
Girl with me you can achieve whatever
But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls,
you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma,
but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young
I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw
I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
A thug is we then it's only two G
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

{*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*}

[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that
I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money
(I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen
You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now
(Hey yo check this out)

Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
My other nigga turned Evangelist
But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit
Fuck the money and the white sand and shit
When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit
Your man talking about Hummers and little cars
That only fit in his little house little garage
His lifestyle is just a little mirage
He the type of cat that never had a menage
Backrub, you know a little massage
Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge
I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars
Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars
From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama
The diamond fellow, mami hello
Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow
Pull off your top make it shake like Jello

DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door
Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor!
Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control)
GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul!

Well strip down! (work)
Show me some more! (work)
Is that all you got?! (work)
You got to make me believe it girl! (work)
C'MON NOW!!

I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now you're braining it
Lookin like your little sister came that painted it
Slick, like calamari tentacles
Staring at my chain

Why you lookin' at me
Don't get mad at me
'Cause I'm still gonna be
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Whatcha lookin' at
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Whatcha lookin' at
I feel your eyes on me
You been telling lies on me
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Whatcha lookin' at
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)

See I don't understand
Why you keep peepin' me
When you don't even like me
You're after me and my man
Don't think you're stressing me
'Cause your lies don't excite me, no no

(Never thought)
Never thought, Never thought
(Never knew)
Never knew that you would do this to me
Do this to me
(Try to ruin me) Ruin me
(Be my enemy) Be my enemy
(Never thought)
Never thought, Never thought, Never thought
(That you) That you
Would act as if you're cool with me
So why you lookin' at me

Why you lookin' at me
(Don't get mad at me)
Don't get mad
('Cause I'm still gonna be)
Gonna be me
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Whatcha lookin' at Me, Me, Me
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
(Whatcha lookin' at)
Tell me whatcha lookin' at
(I feel your eyes on me)
Feel your eyes
(You been telling lies on me)
Telling lies
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Tell me
(Whatcha lookin' at)
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
Whatcha lookin' at

Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that's when it all begins
Be prepared we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm
They want to do us harm
Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
Want twist us all in there black magic
? suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are u ready, don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats
Under six feet beneath
C'mon

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
It's done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya'll dues,
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what,
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels,
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus

Verse Five: G-Dep
Dom Dom Dom
Thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin
Burned up herb huntin
Word cause, my heard something
Splurge something,
Now I don't care who I hit
Its who I hit I knew I hit
Who'm would understand though
We vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels
And flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Got let this schemmy plan
Pay me man, scan
Sex, cars any money
Sex guard the money
With this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight
Better tonight,
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
I'm bendin this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Chorus
Chorus

(feat. Puff Daddy)

Verse one: black rob

I met her uptown on dikeland, to heighten
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
She say, 'yeah, they from over on mayfair'
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
In the worst way, i'ma show em how black play
Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back)

Chorus: repeat 2x

I love you baby no you don't
You drive me crazy that's right
I'll never betray thee uhh
I love you baby c'mon

Verse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus)

Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, 'you wanna get money, see black
When you get home', we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word

Chorus

Verse three: puff daddy

It took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in staten island
And manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, i'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, i'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the last bitch standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out

Chorus: repeat to fade

[cheering]
Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer , Harlem horror
We back
Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
So what you gon do now?
Sorry, let's go

CHORUS: P Diddy
Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops
Snatchin all props
Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly
But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody)
We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado)
You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest

[Black Rob]
I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror
Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
The underworld figure , mo morals
Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas
I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted
The wizard like Juwan Howard
I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power
It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin
My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island
I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you
Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu
B.R., natural born threat
He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet
Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon
To the death, till one of us got no breath left
Protect that neck

CHORUS

[Black Rob]
I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you
Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles
At last stuck you, and your so called team
Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen
Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green
Watching my cream, stopping my cream
Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all
I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit
Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it
Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics
And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it
That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel
Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status
Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us
We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough
And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough
You'd be the same baby

CHORUS

[P Diddy]
Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me
Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy
Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon
If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron
But unfortunately it's that war outside
And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride
They call me PD, holy like Koran
Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don
Fucking ghetto Don Juan
Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure
Might have to check a few cats for good measure
Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly
What I gotta do sell another ten milly
It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down
It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it
Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business
Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin)
Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya
Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula
And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe
Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here

CHORUS 2X

Uhh, yeah, you know what it is

Aiyyo, back on the scene
Ain't nuthin' changed
Still doin' wild things
Whippin' something mean
The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour
When we hit the sick, I'm the cure
We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain't nobody botherin' you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
Immigration always sayin' I'm harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I'm the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin' for the loot to steal
He determined
Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin'
I want my glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain't got ?
Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs
That's cause my dawgs ain't there

*The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don't matter who's hot, who's out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now

*Repeat

Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane
Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin' but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens
So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please
I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me
Pop bottles, models, be all on me
You all gon' see how it's all gon' be
Front on me and see where you all gon' be
Six feet deep
When the heat seek, niggas be misty
From 155th to 11Oth Street
Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now?

*Repeat (x2)

See this is the part I like right here
I like when I see everybody on the dance floor
Yeah, I see y'all, just shakin' your asses
C'mon, hold on, I need to break it down
Yeah
One time like this

Now would you clap your hands
Your hands you clap
If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped
Niggas keep thinkin' Diddy ain't on it like that
But you never see me standing on the corner like that
Cause, I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
Forget get the cash, the money ain't nuthin'
Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain't frontin'
I rock Sean John everyday
Boutiques from France to the USA
And I make all the chips off the hits I invent
So it really doesn't matter how much I spent
Cause, I'm droppin' hits
Daily
You burn me?
Really?
Think Bad Boy been played a million times
And I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes
Damn, we still payed!

We still payed!
Yeah, we got it made!

Aiyyo, this game ain't stoppin'
We champagne poppin'
Girl, I got shit that your man ain't coppin'
You could hop in when your man ain't watchin'
Give you one option, temperature's droppin'
Gettin' cold, control your soul when I'm locked in
You the type of chick that fold when you boxed in
Signals my watch and givin' you more reasons to hop in
This is a Bentley, not a Datsun
Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not him
Your man got a lot to learn
But you could leave with the cat if you that concerned
One day you gon' actually learn
But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to burn
I stay on my J-O-B
Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. R-O-B

The fam baby, Bad Boy

*Repeat (x4)

Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that been down with us
From day one
Shakin' them asses on the dance floor
That's all we're tryin' to do
Mo' money, no mo' problems
2OO1, Bad Boy forever

Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it [music starts]
Mmm, yeah, uhh..
Yeah, uhh.. c'mon

I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup
After bucks, crush cruise after us
No gaze, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what change but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

*We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life

Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the black don't care eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I want this medication full of deranged eatin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names
You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
I feel remorse, the shit causes me and
Diddy up first Racin Porsches wit the beat
swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah)
On the cover of ya five (hehe)
XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch

* Repeat

Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed,
since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That's fo' sho', bottles that pop
Joints that rock, play the background
Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin
it's me (they know ya shit)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
It's on like that (c'mon),
don't believe, we ain't goin like that
For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
Every (what?) motherfuckers here!

* Repeat

* Repeat

Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
Cause it's Bad Boy for life!

Yeah...
Yeah, me and my man's and them
We gon' blast off
Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop
Come on to the top, blast off
Yeah, yo

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep
No 'lax' in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin'
I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve
And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,
?mores trap to mold in?
Once I explode and I, burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen
Understand, the world's in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt
Bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac
Cause yo, I'm about to blast off -

Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

Yo, yo, uh
Who's a nigga harder than me?
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be
Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth
Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about
Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me
I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get
Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a 'zil'
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill
Heat, got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace
Bitch, I'm about to-

Blast off, yo I get it poppin'
When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin'
Yo, I'm about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know
Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot

Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers
Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger
Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger'
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
We George Jefferson walk out of federal court
We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I'm about to-

Blast off-
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

Uh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
(Emotional)

I always dreamed that everything would be okay
With me and you, but I was wrong
When I looked into your eyes
I didn't see all the things I used to see
What's going on?

*You gave me reason to believe that
We were always meant to be
But now I see, you were wrong
You can't keep running back to me
With all those "Baby, baby please"-s
No more, no more

**Never imagined
You would be a painted picture
I'm emotional
You saw me leaving
No deceiving, it's official
I'm emotional

I can't forget that night I saw you in the corner
Wrapped up tight, you were wrong ooh
Slow dancing on the floor
While I was watching from the door
So hurt, there you were

*Repeat

**Repeat

You had your chance
But you through it all away
Thought you had my love always
Oh baby, I don't understand
Why you think that we could in total unhappiness

**Repeat

Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey..

*A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY

I take you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back to the 80's around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga

*Repeat

Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate
Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo

*Repeat (x2)

Yeah.. it's Bad Boy baby
(Yeah, c'mon) Neptunes (mm, mm, mm, mm, c'mon)
And we won't stop (I like this right here)
Cause we can't stop (yeah)
Yeah, let me tell you somethin
Yeah, check this out

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nick
Chillin with this chick named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her
with six figures and camcorders
So what you tryin to tell me dear?
I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere
And I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin literally blow your mind
My repetoire is menage-a-trois and exotic cars
Chillin with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stoppin this
I can't help it I'm a optomist
And I'ma make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon' rock to this
Now say my name, c'mon

*D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D
It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (That shit's crazy!)
The D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D
It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (Say whaaat?!)

Aiyyo, I came in the door, I said it before
I never the ladies hypnotize me no more
But.. but back to the manuscript
Cause I don't think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get out your seats and clap your hands to this
Because I came too far for me to be bourgeoise
It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
Yeah one phone call send two cars
And I still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international, now what you call me?

*Repeat

(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I'm tryin to see you work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I wanna see you work it out girl

Now hold up, stop (stop) now wait a minute
We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit
My aim is winnin, got Asian women that'll change my linen
after I done blazed and hit 'em, but
I just wanna rock wit you (that's right)
And take it straight to the top with you
And do what I gots to do, if it's possible
Cause I ain't trying to stop you boo
I, got an agenda, got on a Ninja
One wheelin and killin it not to offend ya
That's when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender
So let me see you shake it girl (c'mon)
I just wanna see you shake it girl (c'mon)
For the return of the Don, the world in my palm
My moms calls me Sean but y'all call me

*Repeat

(La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I'm tryin to see you work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out girl
I wanna see you work it out girl

Yeah, Yeah
I need a, I want a
[Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone
I got it all, but I really need a wife at home
I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone
I got a few, you would like to bone
But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy
Only Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be
I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family
Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy's cause
Most of these girls be confusin me
I don't know if they really love me or they usin me
Here's the money, or maybe you ain't used to me
Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me
That's why I need a girl that be true to me
Know bout the game, and know how to do to me
Without a girl on my side, **** I ruin me
Forget the word, it's just you and me

[P. Diddy & Usher]
Now let's ride.....

[Chorus: Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life

[Loon]
Yo, now I have had a lot of women in my lifetime
But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks with all the right features
And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers
Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya
You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya
I find a girl, I'ma keep her
Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper
I want some real ****, I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no full limits, no right
Anytime we together would feel so right
You the girl I been lookin for my whole life
God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight
It's cuz of you girl, now I understand life

[Loon & Usher]
I need a girl...

[Chorus : Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
I had a girl that would've died for me
Didnt 'preciate her so I made her cry for me
Every night she had tears in her eyes for me
Caught a Case, , shorty took the whole ride for me
First we were friends then became lovers
You was more than my girl, we was like brothers
All night we would play fight under covers
Now you gone, can't love you like I really wanna
But everytime I think about your pretty smile
And how we used to drive the whole city wild
Damn I wish you would've had my child
A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style
This **** is wild
All dem days that I reminisce
About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips
But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this
I love you girl and you're the one that I will always miss
I love you, yeah

[Chorus : Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (x3)
Yeah!

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better place checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the tool start to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?

*Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain't right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what's the deal?
Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon' ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like that y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap y'all (clap y'all)
That's how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

*Repeat

Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn more
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a turn-off

Numb in my veins
And bought enough to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta beef

*Repeat

Im so all along wont you please come back home I need you right next to
me cause you make me wont to settle down I need you baby my life is so in-
complete I need you here with me



that all i can think of but brother tone can rape really good
im just the back round singer but we both dance i go to east central high
school my brother go out of school last year we live in oklahoma

They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

*Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)

Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him
with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'fore we take off make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it

*Repeat

Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high score up
Then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon

*Repeat

I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't slay Rob
How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "A" block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)

*Repeat (x3)

This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'
PD call her on the phone and
Promise I'll leave her moanin'
Now she zonin'
Tellin' me she's all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'
Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it

*Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely
And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely

Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, extasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
Damagin' shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip
Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!

*Repeat

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't panic, don't take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain
The shit I spit...burn flames
Who's controllin' this
I can make the bitches grin
Cuz I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don't get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up, we can drop it low
Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man
Get a grip niggas

*Repeat

(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey (x2)

Yeah (x3)

Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right)
It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right)
I fuck with niggas but it's something about y'all (uh huh)
Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all (c'mon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit

*See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)

*Repeawt

Let's get, one thing clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin
y'all still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 몁 (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)
(C'mon)
(Let's go)

*Repeat (x2)

Aiyo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not me, I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream 밐ey Papi?(that's right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me

Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
Son we multiply, nigga we don't die
Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)
The judge said 뱊ot guilty?and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)

C'mon, man (let's go)

*Repeat (x4)

We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin)
They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won't stop

Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..
Yeah

Yeah, yeah
This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG
We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon)
Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me
I likes to play (I likes to play)
Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go)
I know you can get with that, flippin through the city
Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school
Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools
(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop
(WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop
Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty?
Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started
I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)
Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass)
Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat
Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me
(Let's go)

*Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me
Come on, roll with me
We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze
We can feel the breeze
Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down
We ain't never comin down
Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down..

(Uh-huh, yeah yeah)
Yeah, uhh
Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out)
Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out)
Just flow with me (flow with me)
It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me
(Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right)
We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee
Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)
Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real
with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe)
Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you
I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)
Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon)
That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right
Just bendin corners - know just where you can find
me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind
What you know good (you know good)
It's your world and I'm just in it (what?)
It's just the way that God must have meant it
Speak of the man

*Repeat

Pimp tyte! M-J-G
Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion
Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in
For the track, make my money
Bring it on back to the middle of the flo'
I want the whole stack
Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo'
My seed gotta grow
I got a reason to flow, a reason to show
What I mean is I go
off like a champ, when I cling to the flo'
My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin
Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women
From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin
I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen
Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda
If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder
I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under
Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer
I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin
But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n

*Repeat (x2)

yo what up.. the shiny suit man.. i know u'v heard my name before..
u know where ther was up the mountains.. other rappers or u know.. other
locks.. or u know whoever else wanna say.. my name is the shiny suit man.. but
they not wanna say my goverment name.. my goverment name is shon carles.. shon
john carles.. some of u may even know me as.. puffy.. puff daddy or p diddy..
but i just wanna get the record straight.. that when they talking about the
shiny suit man.. they talking about me.. and i own this 500 million dollar
shiny suit.. n oh ya.. next time say my name.. if u really a man just call on
shiny suit man!! haha..

(COUGHING)
P. Diddy~
Yo, this is the chronic
Cherri Dennis~
Naw, thats that Purple Hayes nigga
P. Diddy~
I like that shit

I remember what you said to me, when you said it to me last night
we was talkin', and you reassured me everythings fine
When I woke up this morning to get some loving from you
I turned to one side, to my suprise, I wasn't layin' next to you(mmmm)
Why don't you get closed to me, I thought it was supposed to be
Me and you, you and me, so complete(so complete)
While you handlin' me this way, what was it?
you was talkin yesterday, yesterday, I could say,
I seemed to be so complete, so complete

*Went away, you said nothing
you didn't, no kiss, no lovin'
you didn't, it's a shame,
but it brings about the weak in me,
brings about the weak in me
you didn't, spend a lifetime with me
you didn't, share things I wan'na see
you didn't, when ever your around me it's so complete

So I waited, and I wanted, 'cause I knew you would come
Hours 1, hour 2, hour, 3 hours, not at all
If I'm dreaming, wake me up
'Cause I just about had enough, I had enough
I can not see, how would you ever let this happen to me
I still belive, that it was supposed to be
Me and you, you and me, so complete
So complete, so complete
If you saying that you need to leave, then be a man about it
and step to me, step to me, tell me please
and without me it's so complete, so complete

*Repeat

Won't you tell me right now what you want from me(what you want from
me)
'Cause it's been too long that you've held it in baby(held it in, oh)
Thought you where the one but, you just played me(you know you played
me)
Now I feel that I'm so incomplete, yeah

*Repeat (with different variations)

Please, give me the respone I need
I want you to complete me, oh baby
Please, give me all the lovin' I need
Promise you will complete me, oh baby
Baby, what more can I say
'Cause I want you to tell me
What it is you wanna do
'Cause I want'a be with you
(be with you...)

Verse 1:
You've always been right there to let me know everything's alright
Whenever darkness came my way You were my light
I wanna thank You for the difference in my life
Can't even count the reasons why ( ohhh I)

Refrain:
I lift you up and praise Your name
You gave me strength to see another day
When I was lost, You helped me find my way
When it seems I can t face another day( That's when I call on.....)

Chorus:
You-- In time trouble, faced with struggle I call no one but ..
You-- When Im feelin lonely, no one around me still I call on ..
You-- You always placed Your arms around me when I needed..
You-- Thats why I sing this song to tell You
Lord I do love You

Verse 2:
You are the only one who keeps on blessing me
At times, I thought that I was blind You helped me see
(Oh ho) And I can never pay You back for all You've done
Thats why I serve You faithfully and never give You up

I lift you up and praise Your name
You gave me strength to see another day
When I was lost you helped find my way
When it seems I cant face another day
That's when I call on..

Chorus

Refrain:
Knock and He will answer
The lord will make a way
He's worthy of his praise

I know life is worth living
Becasue of you Jesus,
I always call on You

Chorus (3x)
during second time altos say(Lord i love you: love you)

Ending (4x)
Boys say: All I wanna do
Girls echo: All I wanna do I
Boys echo :is to keep lovin you
Girls echo: is to keep lovin you

[Black Rob]
I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Almost had me pushing up daisies (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Had some big nigga with keys to the crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Hop in the Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah you love it how we huggin the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus it's jumpin off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Boobie cat, lapdance with kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus the similin chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus: Black Rob]
Man it's alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It's crazy
Don't hold back
I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at
And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on

[Missy Elliott]
Just broke up where this kid is stayin (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Cause I found out he was a One Minute Man (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I'm like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Oh, how dare he play me (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Told him next time he want to fuck me, pay me (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Cause I been waiting too damn long (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And I know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Oh, man ya know that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I need to find out if ya feel what I'm saying (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man it's alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It's crazy
Don't hold back
I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at
And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on

[P. Diddy]
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And ain't a threat in my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY)
Courthouse got my name in the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And they ain't care if my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yeah, looked like there wasn't nothin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no!

[Chorus]
Man it's alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It's crazy
Don't hold back
I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at
And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on

[G. Dep]
Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, I wouldn't miss this if ya paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Come through man, pop the lock (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hidden (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I did a bitch, still puttin my bid in (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And they charging this high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Plus trains, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the bank done stretching my credit (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the boobies got a G. Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Thousand dollar honeys givin me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man it's alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It's crazy
Don't hold back
I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at
And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on

[Snoop Dogg]
Waking up with a braud (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And I don't even know her name, dogg (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I'm on the run from the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
These fools runnin up and chickens raw (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
It's a G from the streets (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
That fool working with the police (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Don't bring that fool around me no more (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
And to think he tried to sell me some glo (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Good thing I had my head on straight (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
So I'ma snake his little freak on a date (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Went straight to the mizzel, tizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I drove straight past my hizzel, dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
It's a slizzel nizzel fa shizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
On the wizzel fa dizzel (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
I do a verse for a sweat suit and a G (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Cause it's all in the motherfucking family (OH THAT'S CRAZY)

[Chorus 3x]
Man it's alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It's crazy
Don't hold back
I'ma put it where it 'pose to be at
And that's non-stop and party-hoppin, it's on

1, 2, 1, 2
yeh y'all can hear me
make the drumming sound yeh
lets ride yeh yeh
be clear we here lights out
eat here sleep here my house
rhyme wasting time wasting
feds want me caged in
hope they got patience
more you win they want you to lose
I don't floss no more I drop jewels
Hope we might chill the heights real
Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill
Know the deal once we hit record
Hit the floor
New era this is war
Lord I'm the answer without a question
No evidence no possession
Stop stressing
Shit I got moves to make
Streets is dark but still I illuminate nigga
I could see the way
Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh

Curry going hit again
Dreams your living in
This what you coulda been
Every city foot scene gets scrilla with em
kid shortchange the dealer
the game be gorilla
ain't nothing illa
aka 800 toll free aside
I rose to be a Bad Boy til' I die
The official bonafide (fide)
Tested and tried (tried)
Get in like Canson
Work from the inside
When I ride eyes are wide
Ain't that I lick when I walk
My some pimping to my stride
Some wit a emphis on my side
Cause I understand niggas out to get I
Living the life
Is no lie
Been a great thing to do
Nuttin I could think change the view
Althought it might seem strange to you
Its plain to me
I'm here with you
Lets give them what they came to see

Yow yow aiiyo
We exceptional
Congressional
Its best that you bester crew
Wit your flesh going bruise
Blood goin ooze and
However you choose your ass goin lose
This ain't the blues
Don't things that cruise
Go bring the news
Wit flows meaning cruel
From few options
To cruise hopping
Now fools plotting cause I chart topping
From bounce checks to being in effect (fect)
And it don't stop till they reinterbect
Rhyme calisthetics
Bad Boy anesthetics
Will twist me like crippie
Amanda Chevitts
Back flips tactics
Be on measure
Hat tricks wit only dimes and better
Nigga just for that cheddar
O please I switch cheese to leather

Uh yeh uh yeh uh
Check it out yo
Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say
Feel how y'all wanna feel
Who give a fuck dog kill who you wanna kill
Just keep it real when it come to me
Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungary
On my right where my gun going be
Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me
Member when niggas used to run from me
All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing
Nigga in the game got a little chain becuz
Heard the nigga signed a major budget
But I'm the nigga made you love
Now you wanna change the subject
I ain't sweating that animosity
I'm deading that
Instead of rap imma smack you dead in your trap
I don't give a fuck what I said on a track
Niggas know me better than that
Niggas I could neva be wack
My money way to ahead of you cats
I'm going strait to the top where the cheddar be at
Wassup wit that
Yeh bad boy nigga
Fuck y'all wanna do

As y'all can see when have come to the end of our program
Very important that I let y'all know
That I truly appreciate and I'm thankful
For all your support
For everybody that's been down from day one
I love you
We love you
P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family
We out
Aiiyo BIG we miss you
one

Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in life that you can stop
and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped
Let's go..

"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
Starting at guard.."

Y'all niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?
What you have is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin
I don't really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know, kid?
Any records I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
I said, here's your eviction notice
But you probably already know this
I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or pick up your CD, P.D.

This is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
What's wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?
Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
while I'm in the Limited, cruisin
You ain't really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
Youse a smokehead
I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked
Broke breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett
Run and get your CD and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried like that
And you don't wanna die like that
Have your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move pies like that
Never my life dealt with guys that rap
In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up
We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and spray planes
Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang

Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the four
My nigga I go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, focus it
Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit
Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga

We'll never stop..
We'll never stop..
One of the greatest teams that ever lived..
It's like in our blood..
We gotta be born this way..
Bad Boy baby

<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Eh yo what's up playboy
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me aight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
Call up the rest of the crew
I'll see you there

<i>[Big Azz Ko]</i>
Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there it was gone
Hold on say word you got to be joking
Don't worry about it dun I'm on the next thing smoking
Hit Bristal up on the speed dial
Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down nigga round up the team
Im'll head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things in route to climb walls
Infrared vision ear plugs and all
Digital surveillance linked with laptops
Express mail it to me can't ??

<i>[Bristal]</i>
I'm splurtin' for certain Bris-pro working
Searchin' dippin' curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin
From servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin'
On my way from Mt. Vernon
Swervin' a stretch bourbon
Identity of this man I look persian
Hey yo we gotta get him
I wanna know where they came from
Or who sent them
First nigga to find them better bend'em
Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine
Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the same
So y'all niggas betta get on point

<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob B-O handles this one
Bad boys watch ya backs
Watch ya backs bad boys

<i>[Black Rob]</i>
Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six
I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight jam
Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
I touch down like two-thirty
If i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards Im'll do dirty
Still a commssion and we all equal
All lethal
Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people
It's the family affair, I'm here
With all of me Im'll deal with this one accordingly
Got the locations sittin' in the console pacin'
Get bagged murder be the case and
And I'm tired in jail
Even though through the riots I prevailed
Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed'em
I'm here for the fam thats there when I need'em

<i>[Mark Curry]</i>
Yo, uh uh uh, hello
It gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New cuz this bitch that I fucked with
One thought I loved her
Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface
That's a purpose
One of these faces, make'em nervous
Catch'em when they out for hamburgers
Turn they whole lunch into a murder
In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of
This shits big, the first thing to catch to where PD is
I'm on it, act like they want it
Im'll bring the heat
Just let me know the place we plan to meet
And I'm in it sure as your heart beat

<i>[Loon]</i>
Yo I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays
So watch what the fuck you say
It's ya mouth that started the shit
Now you actin' all retarted and shit
Dog I came to play my part and that's it
We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two lincoln LS Sedans
Fifteen hundred yards of saran
And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam
Yo, call Sean in Milan
Call Sean tell Sean we gone
We'll meet him in Hong Kong
With two chicks both they thongs on
Mabe Ling and Kim Long
Both of them dead wrong
Two rich bitches the feds on

<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Yeah, well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong
He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation
But you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boys
Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys

<i>[Kain]</i>
Heh, I'm bout to do Santa Dimengo
On a horse named Bingo
A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo
Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo
Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco
The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform
Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song
Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong
'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips
Talkin' to Loons chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks
Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits
And fuck for dough like I give two shits
Wildfire call from Hong Kong
Hello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean Jean)
Hold up, some information was missing
I just got the same page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their heads high
I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die
We've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?)
Let's get back to the spot in NY
Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops
Hit both the hot locks
Let'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks
So we sent two teams to rush both spots
Ha yeah!
Suited up ready to dumbs out
Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out

<i>[P. Diddy]</i>
Hey yo yo hold up stop the music man heh heh
Y'all niggas is crazy I was only joking man
I just wanted to see if my family was on point

[Bizzy Bone]
Let it go (Let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(Time is passin' 'til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker

We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
That mean aye'body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?

Say goodbye to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel',
It's to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit like pit bulls
In the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets,
To hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'

[Puffy]
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it

* - Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)

[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen alot
The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

[Bizzy Bone]
It's P. Diddy muthafucka

[Puffy]
Do or die?

[Bizzy Bone]
Don't give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You don't come weed with me anymore
You don't need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)