*featuring Black Rob, G. Dep, Loon
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["Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background]
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[better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music]
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[P. Diddy]
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Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
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There's certain things in life that you can stop
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and there's certain things in life that can't be stopped
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Let's go..
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"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
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Starting at guard.."
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[P. Diddy]
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Y'all niggaz still talkin?
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Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?
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What you have is a portion
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Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and
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So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and
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I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin
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I don't really gotta talk son
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I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
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I'm a pro, kid
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Why you actin like you don't really know, kid?
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Any records I broke it
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Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
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I said, here's your eviction notice
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But you probably already know this
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I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
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or pick up your CD, P.D.
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[G. Dep]
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This is gruesome
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Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
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What's wrong with you son?
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Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?
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Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
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while I'm in the Limited, cruisin
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You ain't really got a crew son
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You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
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Youse a smokehead
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I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked
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Broke breads with the cokeheads
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Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
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I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett
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Run and get your CD and cass-ette
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Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
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But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep
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[Loon]
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Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like that
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Niggaz get fried like that
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And you don't wanna die like that
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Have your momma cryin like that
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Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like that
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Still on the block and move pies like that
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Never my life dealt with guys that rap
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In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad
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Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up
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Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up
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Body get ripped up, and then sewed up
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Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up
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We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names
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All we do is cock back, and spray planes
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Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
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Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang
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[Black Rob]
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Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jaw
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Might catch me squeezin the four
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My nigga I go to war
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And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store
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Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
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Predicate assassin, smashin
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Open shit, rig scope, focus it
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Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
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Oppose the clique, I send five close to six
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Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit
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Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists
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Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off
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Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
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Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place
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Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
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the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga
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[P. Diddy]
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We'll never stop..
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We'll never stop..
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One of the greatest teams that ever lived..
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It's like in our blood..
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We gotta be born this way..
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Bad Boy baby
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The Saga Continues
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| P. Diddy |
