Stick em up!
As we proceed
Stick em up motherfuckers!
To give you what you need
Put your hands in the air
Its star time (Bring the fire along, cmon)
We still here (Bring the fire along, cmon)
Its star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
Motherfuckers
Yeah, cmon
Im the definition of - fuck it yall already know
I stack heavy doe, sell out every show
Itll never die, we live
And we gon stay big time til its time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip
We, runnin strips while yall runnin lips
Haters wanna stop my lute
They dont want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits
P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
Keep ya tapes on rewind, CDs on repeat
My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder
Got a lot like its 97 all over
You know what I came to do; change the rules
Even when I stand still Im makin moves
I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven
Throw your hands up in the air now
Were gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We wont stop
Its Bad Boy For Life
M.O.P.!
Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block
Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs
(Yo, is that who I think it is?)
You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin
Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto
But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos
(Its Lil Fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
We still bangin em!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Sound the alarm
Its the First Family and were back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)
Nuke those justice, its the worlds, famous, fast Caress street
Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music loud and stomp over beats
Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
Yeah, we aint goin nowhere
Niggas put a hundred grand up
Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
Hate if you want and front like you aint wit it, nigga
I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
Im like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now let me add a couple Gs to the stack
I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
And run when you didnt even see it coming
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar
We be them zero tolerance niggas
Ill turn on your ass, bitch
And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo ass bitch
Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat
With cycles with lyrics right from the street
Im sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?
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