[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is
[Black Rob]
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
Chorus: x2
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
[Loon]
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?
Chorus x2
[P. Diddy]
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!
[Loon]
Aiyyo, this game ain`t stoppin`
