*featuring G. Dep, The Hoodfellaz
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You are now entering a Bad Boy zone [3x]
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Yeah!
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[Morock]
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This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love
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I cripple thugs, just because
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You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
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Until your place hit up
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Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
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You're better off making sure papi know your name well
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Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
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Now believe it, better place checks
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Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
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[Classy Freddie Blassy]
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I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
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Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
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And BK, no such thing, it's dark
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The sun go down, the tool start to spark
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Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
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Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
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Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
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It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?
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[G. Dep - Chorus]
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Now if you want this money baby
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Then I guess you in the right place
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And if your mind ain't right sugar
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Then you need to get up outta my face
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So what's the deal?
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Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?
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And let me know if you gon' ride tonight
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Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day
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[Verse]
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It's like that y'all (that y'all)
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Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
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Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
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Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
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And clap y'all (clap y'all)
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That's how I see things goin'
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Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
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And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven
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It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
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[P. Diddy]
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And here we go [overlaps Verse's last line]
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Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be
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Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
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I told y'all it's on for life
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The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
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Hold it down, hold the crown
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What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now
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Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
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This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
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[Chorus]
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[G. Dep]
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Yo, yo
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Niggas mad at the fact we bad
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Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab
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If your shit wack, we burn
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If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
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We get money, hold money, no quotas
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We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
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Aiyyo, I burn more
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Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
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Cause you a turn-off
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[Poppa Sims]
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Numb in my veins
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And bought enough to numbin' the brain
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Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
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Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock
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1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
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In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's
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Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
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Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
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Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
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[Chorus - till fade]
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If You Want This Money
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| P. Diddy |
