*featuring Black Rob, Mark Curry
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[P. Diddy]
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Aiyyo, you ready?
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Let's do it [music starts]
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Mmm, yeah, uhh..
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Yeah, uhh.. c'mon
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I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs
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Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup
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After bucks, crush cruise after us
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No gaze, we ain't laughin much
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Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
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How we twist shit, what change but the name?
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We still here, you rockin wit the best
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Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
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Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
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Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
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Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
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that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
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Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
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We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
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It's official, I survived what I been through
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Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."
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[Chorus]
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We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
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We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
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We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
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We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
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[Black Rob]
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Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
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I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
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All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
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They run around actin like the black don't care eat
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And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
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I want this medication full of deranged eatin
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For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
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We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
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Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
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Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon)
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Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
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You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names
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You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
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I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first
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Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah)
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On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Mark Curry]
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Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
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It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
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See everything still glorious (yeah)
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We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right)
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See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
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Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
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Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
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That's fo' sho', bottles that pop
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Joints that rock, play the background
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Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha)
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Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
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Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon)
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Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit)
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Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
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Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
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Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
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It's on like that (c'mon), don't believe, we ain't goin like that
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For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
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Every (what?) motherfuckers here!
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[P. Diddy over Chorus]
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Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
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Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
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We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
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For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
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We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
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We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
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Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
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Cause it's Bad Boy for life!
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Bad Boy For Life
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| P. Diddy |
