You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x)
Yeah!
[Morock]
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
[Classy Freddie Blassy]
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?
[G. Dep - Chorus]
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
[Verse]
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
[P. Diddy]
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!
(Chorus)
[G. Dep]
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
[Poppa Sims]
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
(Chorus - till fade)
