Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
Theres certain things in life that you can stop
and theres certain things in life that cant be stopped
Lets go..
"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
Starting at guard.."
Yall 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 Im the boss and
Im sittin on pyramids, flossin
I dont really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
Im a pro, kid
Why you actin like you dont really know, kid?
Any records I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
I said, heres your eviction notice
But you probably already know this
I dont mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or pick up your CD, P.D.
This is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon do some
Whats 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 Im in the Limited, cruisin
You aint really got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
Youse a smokehead
Ive 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; Im a "Top Gun" like Gossett
Run and get your CD and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
But they aint got hot yet til they got Dep
Why niggaz lie like that? Know they aint fly like that
Niggaz get fried like that
And you dont wanna die like that
Have your momma cryin like that
Besides all that, Im 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, yall 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 dont 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
Keep frontin, Ima 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
Yall 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, thatll 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 aint gotta take your place
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that aint notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga
Well never stop..
Well never stop..
One of the greatest teams that ever lived..
Its like in our blood..
We gotta be born this way..
Bad Boy baby
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