Too Hot for TV

[Dylan talking]
Open the book
And I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent
Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years
See

[Choppa]
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
I look out for tha one the knocks

[Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah]
So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why
Why he knockin' at my door, my door
Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
Could you tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for
Could you tell me, tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for

[Fredrick]
You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filty slang
Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
With three macks and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop

[Chorus]

[Elliot Ness] Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[B] And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
[EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz
[Both] In memory of
[EN] Death to the powers that be
[EN] See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
[EN] Somebody is constanly watching and following me
[EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[EN] Forget about reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my grind
[EN] Satan in the back of my mind
[EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
[EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing]
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go
Yea, get off me, get off me
You know what team I'm on
One God, One love, One family, Bad Boy
I'm like Micheal baby
Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me
I see all you Devils out there
You'll never stop us
Da Band, 2003, The next generation
Yea, and we won't stop

[Fredrick (Ness)]

Ya'll motha fuckas freeze!
Take a seat on tha flo
I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer
Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky
Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die!

(Now keep ya god damn hands off that panic button
Put tha cash in the bad before i damn do somethin
If tha bitch try to act confused get slapped matter fact
Play it back on the evening news)

Ooo ima act a fool act irrasional
the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots*
(Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too
Blow his ass to smithereens)
The Glock will tear his ass in two

(Real niggaz gon do what they have to do)
We got it all mapped out we jus passin through
(Huh..he comes the boys in blue we came to wipe the bank out not enjoy the view)

[Chorus Fred and Ness]

Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do

Nobody move nobody get hurt
One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh
Dont make me act a fool
Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do
Dont make us act a fool real niggaz gon do what they have to do

[Police Man]

You in there, this is the police.

surrounded there is
no way out

([Fred:] shit [gun cocks]...the fuck?)

Please make this easy on yourself and let the people go

(DAMN! [4 shots])

[Ness (Fred)]

Gather all the workers put em in a circle
(woman:not me i got kids)
Shut up before i murder you

search you)


what it is


shootin cause im
aimin to hit!)
[gun shots]

Go out in broad daylight fuck police
Make that scene from Heat look like Sesame Street. Listen to me

(No dawg listen to me if bad gets worse im goin on a killin spree)

Man you wild dawg listen to me
I got a trick up my sleeve make my mission complete
Check it, take the steps to the top of the ceiling
Got a chopper waitin for us at the top of the building

(My man thats a plan lemme grab a million)

lets hover above the city over top of civilians

[Sara in background saying welcome]
[Fred/Miami]
This Crazy
I'm Thankful
Yea
Welcome Welcome

[Ness]
Life is what you make it
you gotta put in hard work
yea cant let nobody hold you down baby

[Verse 1 (Ness)]
hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
while niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
itz a setup hypothetically speakin
even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
my mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
and my sister got a house now pushing a stick
just a lil something to get her from a to b
ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
my little brother nick I guess he'z loving whatz left

[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
though it may sound basic
going through some bad times
while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
though we must build up tha strength to carry on
welcome to my world
welcome welcome

[Verse 2 (Fred)]
one morning i remeber i was cookin the oat and out
i heard a knock at the door

i looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
and at tha time i really needed his dough
but i know the rules
you never sell crack where you rest at
cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
in my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
found ou ti aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
i found out bout there spot had to go and x that
my eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man

lesson
i carry loads at times even though it get stressin
i remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
i couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business

[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
though it may sound basic
going through some bad times
while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
though we must build up tha strength to carry on
welcome to my world
welcome welcome

[Verse 3 (Babs)]
High heads and high school dropouts
little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
i seen it all
niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
life nomore
dont think small im getting focused
in tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
while niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
my moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
so i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
still tryna get a deal on tha side
battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
but i still got tha lanes laggin behind
hatin on mine itz nothin
imma get to tha top regardless
got love for female rappers but think im tha hardest

[Chorus (Sara)]
Life is what u make it
though it may sound basic
going through some bad times
while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
though we must build up tha strength to carry on
welcome to my world
welcome welcome

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

Sara: (chorus)
Oooo, ahh how u like me now
now that you know that i made
ooo you coulda took me back
now you sit here remeniceing
about my time you wasted
you see me spendin faces
coulda done somethin, but you
did nothin, you was just a waste of my time

Ness:
When I was walkin, you didnt have no mouth
now im ballin wit a talkin bitch, imagine that
you tried to play me cuz your ass was fat
but you was cute because you hair was done
i gotta deal now here you come
all of the sudden you wanna speak to me
recently you dyin for a piece of me
respect yourself, have some decensy
im in the top five and no you cant creep wit me
girlfriend, your nothin but a freak to me
girlfriend, ill never take you out to eat wit me
she threw her hand on my crotch and started teasin me
and said just think of how good we could be
i told her i dont give in that easily
hips for the bullshit she was feedin me
damn, she gotta body but she's a flea
golddigger all she wanted was some cheese from me

(chorus)

chopper:
tha boss in tha club,tha 1 and own, yall kno me,lord choppa,
donkey actin, actin an ass, yall cant stop us,
throwin bows. scratch to ya nose,
rubbin on hos,
checkin 2 ways, lighten and smokin on ademoes,
on tha real, if ya club be bumpen we be present,
vip section,hot gurlz im down to undress em,
fuck it tell me lets do it in tha back of tha truck,
we can get down and dirty wasup,
cuz i dont give a uh huh,
crissy poppa,
mix it with tha hen and vodka,
see im tha king of my jungle call me mufasa,
pull up in tha big body benz sittin on rollaz,
yung and ballin doin my thang im shotcallin,
holllaaa,
gangsta nikka, ex scrilla ill pop u up,
roll wit a team of hard hittas thatll box u up,
we go to any club from tha club,from tha whispers to tha tunna,
cuz we tha boys from tha jungle, yaaaa hearrd mee

(chorus)

Mysterious:
I want it so bad I can taste it
Better move do somethin cuz im gettin impatient
i want it so bad i can taste it
wit the gun up in my waste im loosin patience

Fred:
whats wrong wit you
you know theres only one of me
this crazy bitch done went and got a gun for me
i know time cant stop for me
i didnt ask you to hop in the 6 and come back to the block for me
i dont need no win or must
im gonna be gone until november long gone for the winter
playin pong in hong kong
me and raylon my little cousin
from over town the life of the young
imma bring him home when i strike like lightin
they hit like thunder through thong
women callin me bone
swinging that thing in this bitch
the king dingaling
in the hood they call me the paul bunion and a heartbreaker
they call me a human onyon but you can call me in the grand canyon
im doing great eatin grapes in a tan mansion
im so handsome your grandma wanna call me grandson
holla back

(chorus 2x)

[Intro:]
[Puff] Bad boy baby,
we the last standin' check the records,
check the score.
Da Band, the next generation of Bad Boy, c'mon

[Babs]
I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard
breast don't sagg, I dont need no push-up bra
chick you mad, babs got a brand new car
drop top in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar [breathe]
pop bottles and roll up trees
Bab's strong arm chicks like I'm hercules
you got a problem, come see the girl, I'll solve 'em
big belly women we starve 'em
dudes in the hood, we rob 'em wheneva they flawcin'
betta tuck in ya chain dude and keep on walkin'
you a thug, why you keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
get ya girl stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
out chick, spit sick when I open my mouth (yeah)
my year now so you girls betta leave
me and my people comin' and we rollin' six deep

[chorus (Ness):]

baseball bat

[Ness]
Imma changed man since I made the band
nobody - gave a damn, no-one gave a hand
made man, made the band, wave ya hands
rocks in the watch, I think I'm bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to save the land
don't try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran (whooo)
go somewhere and be a maintnence man, a janitor
dogg don't blame me, blame ya manager
keep ya hands out my pockets boy
franchise like I play for the Rockets boy
who shot ya, Biggie Smalls, Tupac ya boy
Ready to Die, All Eyes on the project boy
you stocky - I put sumthin in ya biceps boy
I can't help it, I'm a violent boy
a gee, who down wit his thousand boys

[Chorus (Chopper):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat

[Chopper]
there he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon
G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin'
runnin' game on ya chick, ya boy's a pimp
I need the ones wit no type of common sense (that about it)
if you bout it then throw it up
got that fire and you ready to light it then tote it up
now that's gangsta, don't make me spank ya
you - run in that water now ya life is in danger
ride wit the underworld, them key bangers
soldeir that be off that frail, them beef bringers
picture a clown tryin' to carry me
it won't happen, I won't let you haters worry me
Imma stay thugged out till they bury me
when they do, I can;t wait to see buried B
Imma dirty south boy from the dirty steets
get krunk, get buck, get the hell off ya feet

[Chorus (Fred):]
All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that,
Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat because...

[Fred]
Best believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want his head, put a couple in his coffin'
Lord forgive me, but these dudes is playin' wit the boss man
you don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin tossed in (come one man)

yall man
man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the game
I'm Bad, but not a boy, I got a part of his name
homie I see you trippin', then it's off wit ya chain
yo head - harder than wood then I'm scarrin' ya frame
A Don, I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the team

[E.Ness & Fred] Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Chopper] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)
[Babs] Bad Boy so don't play wit the team (holla)