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1. _ D-i-d-d-y
diddy
Spoken:
Yea, it's bad boy baby!(yeah, c'mon)
Neptunes, and we won't stop baby
Cuz we can't stop, yea
Let me tell you something
Verse 1:
Sometimes i rhyme slow
Sometimes i rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and saint nick (uh)
Chillin wit this chick named tanya delayda
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
Cuz she wasn't fond of playas, only wanted ballas
A spoilla, six-figures, and camcordas
So what you tryna tell me dear?
I got bentley, benson, and mr. belvedere (yeah)
And i just wanna blow ya mind (uh huh)
I'm talking really really blow ya mind
My repetoire is menage a trois and exotic cars
Chillin wit da hottest stars
And it ain't no stop to this
I can't help but i'm an optimist
And i'ma make your head bob to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name, c'mon
Chorus:
The d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the i, the d is diddy (hold up)
Is diddy (c'mon,that shit's crazy)
The d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the i , the d is diddy
(hold up) is diddy (say what!)
Verse 2:
Hey yo, i came in the door
I said it before
I never let the ladies hypnotize me no more
But, went back to the manuscript
Cuz i don't think you can handle this
From new york to los angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get out your seats and clap to this
Because i came to far for me to be bourgeois
It's a bentley to you but to me it's a blue car (that's right)
So branson pass me a jar
Cuz these cats don went too far (whoo)
Ur one phone call to send 2 cars
And i still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess that's what i have to do
Taking game international
Now what yall call me
Back to chorus
Subchorus: (2x's)
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
C'mon,work it out girl
I wanna see ya work it out girl
Verse 3:
Now hold up, stop (stop) now wait a minute (c'mon)
We don't stop cuz we rock cuz it ain't a limit (let's go)
My aim is winnin, got asian women
That'll change my linen after i den blazed and hit em, what (c'mon)
And i just wanna rock wit you (that's right)
And take it straight to the top with you (let's go)
And do what i gots to do, if it's possible
Cuz i ain't tryna stop ya boo (uh huh)
Got an agenda (yeah)
Got on a ninja (yeah)
One willin to killin it
But not to offend ya (uh)
That's when i met this chick named brenda
Tenda, her whole body bend like fenda (that's right)
So let me see ya shake it girl (c'mon)
I just wanna see ya shake it girl (c'mon)
For the return of the don
The world in my palm (yeah)
My moms call me sean (c'mon)
But yall call me.... (let's go)
Back to chorus then subchorus until fade
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2. _ Victory 2004
[P. Diddy]
10 years...
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher
Better now than never business before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker
[P. Diddy]
Yeah!
[B.I.G.]
One
[P. Diddy]
As we procede to give you what you need!
[B.I.G.]
One...Two!
[P. Diddy]
It's all fucked up now!
[50 Cent]
Yo!
[P. Diddy]
What the fuck yaw gonna do now?
[50 Cent]
Yo, we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
And rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[B.I.G.]
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
Where my real live my soldiers?
Where my soldiers is at?
[P. Diddy]
You know it can't stay dark for long
They say its darkest before the dawn
Cars before the storm
I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song
I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right
This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White
Yo Bad Boy for life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
There aint another MC who could feel ya shoes
Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones and killas got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me I find out
Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route
This illman MC used to be on other shit
Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it
Listened to the double disk
Now they all spit like they all legit
Frank tell how we did!
[B.I.G.]
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin them
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Businesswise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the Comission
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor burried
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, when we startin a wave
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
Get advances from grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
I go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
Where my real live my soldiers?
Where my soldiers is at?
[Busta Rhymes]
Whe got the real live shit!
What yaw niggas wanna do?
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3. _ Bad Boy For Life
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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4. _ The Saga Continues...
{"sirius" by alan parsons project plays in the background..
Better known to some as "introducing your chicago bulls" music}
[p. diddy]
Yeah can you hear me? yeah
There's certain things in life that you can stop
And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped
Let's go..
"and now.. for your.. bad bad boys..
Starting at guard.."
[p. diddy]
Y'all niggaz still talkin?
Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?
What you have is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in the back of my porsche and
So you better use caution, knowin i'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin
I don't really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin like you don't really know, kid?
Any records i broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on harlem like poe did
I said, here's your eviction notice
But you probably already know this
I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your tv
Or pick up your cd, p.d.
[g. dep]
This is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
What's wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?
Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
While i'm in the limited, cruisin
You ain't really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your comic views meant
Youse a smokehead
I've been doin this since this pro-ked
Broke breads with the cokeheads
Been down, still i get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
I said; i'm a "top gun" like gossett
Run and get your cd and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got dep
[loon]
Why niggaz lie like that? know they ain't fly like that
Niggaz get fried like that
And you don't wanna die like that
Have your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, i'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block and move pies like that
Never my life dealt with guys that rap
In fact, i leave a nigga with his eyes all sad
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up
Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up
Body get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga i fucked with, niggaz is growed up
We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names
All we do is cock back, and spray planes
Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang
[black rob]
Keep frontin, i'ma put a crease in your jaw
Might catch me squeezin the four
My nigga i go to war
And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store
Y'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
Predicate assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, focus it
Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, i send five close to six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit
Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke colored big benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
Never left, so i ain't gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
The breadwinner, three-six-five i stay focused nigga
[p. diddy]
We'll never stop..
We'll never stop..
One of the greatest teams that ever lived..
It's like in our blood..
We gotta be born this way..
Bad boy baby
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5. _ Diddy(feat. The Neptunes)
yeah
Its bad boy baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
(i like that) 'cause we can't stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something
[verse i]
Sometimes i rhyme slow, sometimes i rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and saint nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got bentley, benz send in mr. belvedere
I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin' literally blow your mind
My repratoir is menage trois
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
And it ain't no stopping this
I can't help it i'm an optomist
And ima make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name
[hook-neptunes]
Its the d the i the d the d the y
The d the i the d
It's diddy, (hold up) it's diddy (that's crazy)
It's the d the i the d the d the y
The d the i the d
Its diddy, (hold up), it's diddy (say what!)
[verse ii]
Ay yo, i came in the door
I said it before
I never the ladiez hyptonize me no more
But, back to the manuscript
'cause i don't think you can handle this
From new york to los angles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just trying to keep the candles lit
Make the party people dance to this
Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
Cause i came too far
For me to be bouswar
It's a bently to you, to me it's a blue car
So branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security guards
I guess that's what i have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me
[hook repeat]
(la la la la la la la la la la la la)
C'mon work it out girl
I'm trying to see you work it out girl
(la la la la la la la la la la la la)
C'mon work it out girl
I wanna see you work it out girl
[verse iii]
Now hold up, stop, wait a minute
We don't stop we rock cause ain't a limit
My aim is winning
Got asian women
That'll change my linen
After i done blazed and hit em
But i just wanna rock wit you
And take it straight to the top with you
And do what i gots to do
If it's possible
Cause i ain't trying to stop you boo
I got an agenda
Got on a ninja
One wheelin' and killin' it not to offend ya
That's when i met this chick named brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender
So let me see you shake it girl
I just wanna see you shake it girl
For the return of the don
The world in my palm
My mom calls me sean
But y'all call me
[hook repeat]
(la la la la la la la la la la la)
C'mon work it out girl
(la la la la la la la la la la la)
I wanna see you work it out girl
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6. _ Come With Me(feat. Jimmy Page)
(puff daddy)
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears
See my fall
See my error
Know my faults
Time haults
See my loss
Know im lacking
Backtracking
Where i met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigga happy
Try and trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Backstab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies
Close your eyes
Come with me...
Come with me, yeah
Come with me, uh huh yeah
You said to trust you
You'd never hurt me
Now i'm disgusted
Just been adjusted
Certainly it fooled me
Ridiculed me
Left me hangin with my shit
Boomerangin right back at ya
Pistol range
Narrow-minded
Left me blinded
I consigned it
Shit backfired
Not many would bear the pressure
You comprehend me
You want to end me
You offend me
Its trauma
Feel the trauma
Come with me...
Yeah, uh huh come with me
Don't be afraid
Come with me
(jimmy page)
Close my eyes...
And i see...
You...
Standing there....
I cry....
Tears....
Of sorrow....
I die....
(puff daddy)
Uh huh yeah
Fuck my enemies
Fuck my foes
Damn these hoes
Back up off me
Give me room to breathe
I'm not hearin it
Im not fearin it
Im up to my ears in this
Bullshit
I'm destructive
Some women find that seductive
Some say it's lunacy
Reluctantly i've been moving on
I ignore you
Sorry if i bore you
I neglect you
Don't mean to disrespect you
Can't you see
I love you dearly
And i sincerly
But you annoy me
You can't avoid me
I'm here to stay
Forever andever
And a day that's never
I can't let you go
I can't forget it
Why you did it
And won't aquit it
I wanna fight you
I'll fuckin bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes
Come with me...
Come with me
Come with me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooowww
Yeah i like this
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Turn me up, just turn me up
Come on now, yeah
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears(uh huh you ready now? come on check this out)
Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears
See my faults
See my errors
Know my faults
Time haults
See my loss
Know im lacking
Backtracking
Where i met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigga happy
Try and trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Backstab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies
Close your eyes
Come with me
Come with me x8
I'ma take you with me
I wanna fight you
I'll fuckin bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes
Come with me
I'm gonna take you with me
I'm here to stay
Forever and ever
And a day that's never
Come with me
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Come with me....
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