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P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - Bad Boy For Life Lyrics (feat. Busta Rhymes & M.O.P.) [Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)] Stick 'em up! As we proceed Stick em up motherfuckers! To give you what you need Put your hands in the air It's star time (Bring the fire along, c'mon) We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon) It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes) Motherfuckers Yeah, c'mon [P. Diddy] I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know I stack heavy doe, sell out every show It'll never die, we live And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!) Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip We, runnin strips while y'all runnin lips Haters wanna stop my lute They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits P.D. increase the heat in ya streets Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder Got a lot like its '97 all over You know what I came to do; change the rules Even when I stand still I'm makin moves I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven [Chorus 2x] Throw your hands up in the air now We're gonna hit you with the heat For the streets Throw your hands up in the air now We won't stop It's Bad Boy For Life [Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] M.O.P.! Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs (Yo, is that who I think it is?) You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos (It's Lil' Fame and them!) Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville We still bangin 'em! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! [Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)] Sound the alarm It's the First Family and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm) Nuke those justice, it's the worlds, famous, fast Caress' street Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street To make our music loud and stomp over beats Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go! Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere [Chorus 2x] [Busta Rhymes] Niggas put a hundred grand up Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit it, nigga I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga More rugged nigga, heat for the track I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back Now let me add a couple G's to the stack I know we got you dumb and how we put this together And run when you didn't even see it coming Back the fire armor and pop your car Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar We be them zero tolerance niggas I'll turn on your ass, bitch And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat With cycles with lyrics right from the street I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN" Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what? [Chorus 2x] P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - Bad Boy For Life Lyrics Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it {*music starts*} 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..." [Chorus] 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) [Chorus] [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! [Chorus] - 2X [P. Diddy over Chorus] 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! |
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