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Bad Boy For Life

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  • [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it {*music starts*} Mmm, yeah, uhh.. Yeah, uhh.. c'mon I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin much Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what change but the name? We still here, you rockin wit the best Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!) 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 rep 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 it's Bad Boy for life We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life [Black Rob] Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin like the black don't care eat And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh) I want this medication full of deranged eatin For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters {*screeching*} (yeah) On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch [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 Oreos, 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 that flow Still them cats that know, pack ya flow That's fo' sho', bottles that pop Joints that rock, play the background Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha) Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh) Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon) Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit) 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 For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh) Every (what?) motherfuckers here! [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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