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 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, I picked up your CD, P D 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 smoke head I've been doin' this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the coke heads 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 cassette" Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep 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 gang bang Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang 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 Oppose the clique, I send five close to six Hood fellaz, 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 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 © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; SCAMON MUSIC PUBLISHING; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; WOOLFSONGS LTD; DIAMOND ROB MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com