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Текст песни:

f/ Kain, Kokane, Mark Curry

{*Kokane begins stutter-singing the word lonely*}

[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won′t take her to the crib unless she′s bonin′
PD call her on the phone and
Promise I′ll leave her moanin′
Now she zonin′
Tellin′ me she′s all alone and
Love the dark chocolate tone and
Ahead of my time, I live what′s said in my rhymes
The cars and the chedda is mine
We ain′t, the type to sit back and lose focus
Spit that mack-a-docious
Most ferocious
Cash all in my holsters
Burn more bread than toasters
You must know this, the cats I′m with is the coldest
Hip-hop quota but quote this
Back on the track again, thats whats happenin′
Please believe it, we on top and won′t leave it

[Chorus: Kokane]
Sometimes I feel like I′m lonely
And sometimes I feel like I′m lonely

[Kain]
Uh, uh, yeah
Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E
Q-U-double E-N-Z
Come on ma your riding with me
Leave the lame respect the game
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
And, extasy when you sex the Kain
I, only link with the wealthiest
And only cop jewels if it drop celcius
Now, you can run but you can never hide
But, where you go when the temperature rise
It′s Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
Damagin′ shit hot stamina split
You got screwball raps we the hammerin′ clique
Limo, the club, and the cameras′ll flip
Money, music women son we standin′ in it HA!

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Don′t panic, don′t take this for granted
I did then still do and always ran it
A lot to gain when I say I′m off the chain
The shit I spit...burn flames
Who′s controllin′ this
I can make the bitches grin
Cuz I get money and run with the richest men
Knockin′ at ya door it′s Curry again
Been down since the jump off begin
You know who I am
Don′t get it all twisted up
Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
We can pick it up, we can drop it low
Recognize what it is when I come through the door
Not partyin′ and pimpin′, I walk wit a limp
Once I took it to the top I ain′t fell off since
Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
Ain′t none of y′all seein′ ya man
Get a grip niggas

[Chorus]

[Kokane]
(On guard, defend yo′ self) It′s lonely at the top hey hey (repeated twice)

{*Kokane fades out stutter-singing the word lonely*}

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

[Yung Joc]
Yeah boy, bad boy
It’s a no-brainer right here
Day 26
When this one right here come on
All the ladies gon’ rush the dancefloor
Please believe

Throw them deuces up and add a six on it
The homie Yung J O C about to spit on it

(I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her)

Doin’ my two step off of club Pure
The girl walks by rockin’ Christian Dior
We mix it up like juicy liquor
I put it on her, time to throw on some Juicy Couture
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
I’m so fly yeah I know that’s so cliché
She’s outta breathe cause we been cuttin’ like a dj
She’s on top of me, beneath me is the freeway

[Willie]
Honey walked up in the club dress lookin’ like it’s painted on
I can tell that she ain’t got any panties on
Well baby that’s the way that I like it
And I know she’s from the hood
The way she drop it so hard
Booty bumpin’ like the sounds in my car (she should)
Let me take it up a notch
Get her off the block
Take her to my spot and it’s on

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I hope she ready
Cause she about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I’m about to hit it
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)

[Robert]
She got me in a daze
Thinkin’ bout the ways I’mma get her tonight
I’mma put her on my stage
Let her do her thang
Let her play on the mic

[Que]
She got that swagger
The way she move it like a pro
Love the way she drop and get low
That’s why I let her

[Robert]
Cause I gotta get her home
Show her how I do when I put it on

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I hope she ready
Cause she about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I’m about to hit it
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)

Baby tell me if you’re ready to go home with me, tonight
I got the bed ready, girl I’m gonna set you free
Tonight, tonight

[Diddy]
Come on, come on
Yeah, let’s go
Come on, come on
Ay yo fellas
Let me get some of this, it’s Diddy

Just say the word I’mma put it on ya
You can say you touched the president, Ceroc Obama
I’m a bad boy and that’s what bad boys do
Black ice, black coop, black cars too
Don’t tattoo my name, tattoo my logo
And let the whole world know you’re fuckin’ with a mogeul
You don’t need a closet
Take you to Taiwain
You can have the whole warehouse, ladies Sean John
And on the 14th I’ll buy the whole island
Name it after Champagne and call it Chris Stylin’
Yeah... I knew that’d have you smilin’
Like Day26 I’ll have your ring finger shinin’

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her
I’mma, I’mma put it on her

I hope she ready
Cause she about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I’m about to hit it
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)
I’mma put it on her (put it on her)

Baby tell me if your ready to go home with me tonight, tonight

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Craig Mack, G. Dep, Ghostface Killah, Keith Murray

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Fuck the whole industry!!!!
You tried to get rid of me!!! Y′all must be kiddin me!!
Y′all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!!
Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down!!!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four thousand and better
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah, it′s not a big fairy tale that′s my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg′ with no problemo
Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent
Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin ′em
Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin ′em
Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on ′em
I lived it out -- special delivery
I spit it out -- special delivery
I sniffed it out -- special delivery

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Come on, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!, special delivery!!!
(I want that) We won′t stop!!!, special delivery!!!
(I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!!
(Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!!
(Well give it to me)

[Verse 2: G. Dep]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo!
Signed, sealed, delivered in just the nick of time
Rare, I′m a give it to ′em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form
Show power the child of the ghetto is born
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse
Groove let the shit just spit now it′s dirt
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exhaulted
At your door with a portrait of the raw shit
Picture that while I spit anthrax
On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back
You don′t really wanna jump the gun
In the airless flow with punctured lungs
Go ′head and stand there and bump ya gums
If ya wan′t the problem we can hurry up and come bury ya
I′ma play the courier

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
special delivery!!!
(I want that) Yeah come on, special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix, special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Ha-ha ha-ha, special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Come on come on!!! Special delivery!!!
(I want that) Yeah yeah!!! Special delivery!!!
(I need that) What what!!! Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Ladies and gentlemen, Keith Murray, ahh!!
(Well give it to me)

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
Yo! This for my niggaz dem special delivery
Bang ya head off to this, fuckin up your memory
I′ll shake your cradle and rock your boat
Buck 50 your face and then butter your throat
It don′t matter where you been or where you at
I′m here now and I′m bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England
Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith
Authentical metaphorical lyricist
Sharp descriptive writer, kill a biter
Panty raider, party exciter
Yo Murray what the deal - how ya feel?
Yeah I′m gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like a stutter
Oxymoron, don′t be dumb
I school niggaz like the United Negro College Fund
I see you plottin schemin tryin to snake
And when you do I′m a give it to you special delivery

[Chorus: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Special delivery!!!
(I need that) This is the remix!!! Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) Get wit me now come on special delivery!!!!
(Well give it to me) Bad Boy baby!!! Special delivery!!!

Ay yo hold up a second......this is the remix
so let′s bring back my man, Craig Mack

[Verse 4: Craig Mack]
Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
as the dumbest motherfucker alive
Figure you gon′ survive
You couldn′t move through my terrain, even in 4-wheel drive
And I′m your highness, finest
You hungry? Try this, buy this, livest
Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
What you think it ain′t...that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it′s gettin hot
See Mack won′t stop until Mack′s on top
Young black america my CD drop
in two thousand and two, to change hip-hop
Most folks shake ya bones
I′m talkin cyclones and "Terrordomes" like Mel Gib-son′s
My heat will cook you bwoyy, whooped you bwoyy!
Mack came an shook you bwoyy, somma′bitches

[P. Diddy]
Somma′bitches!!!

[Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy]
(I want that) Take that!!! Come on!!! Special delivery!!!
(I need that) Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) This is the remix!!!! Special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) G. Dep!!!! Special delivery!!!
(I want that) Come on now!!! Special delivery!!!
(I need that) Child of the ghetto!!! Special delivery!!!
(Can I have that?) 1-1-5, Harlem′s Finest!!! Special delivery!!!
(Well give it to me) Yeah, special delivery!!!
(I want that) Alumni baby! Special delivery!
(I need that) B-R, special delivery!
(Can I have that?) Ghostface, special delivery, Keith Murray!
(Well give it to me) Craig Mack, special delivery!
(I want that) I′m that boy they call Diddy, Bad Boy baby
(I need that) Yeah! Special delivery!
(Can I have that?) Special delivery

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

Verse 1:
You′ve always been right there to let me know everything′s alright
Whenever darkness came my way You were my light
I wanna thank You for the difference in my life
Can′t even count the reasons why ( ohhh I)

Refrain:
I lift you up and praise Your name
You gave me strength to see another day
When I was lost, You helped me find my way
When it seems I can t face another day( That′s when I call on.....)

Chorus:
You-- In time trouble, faced with struggle I call no one but ..
You-- When Im feelin lonely, no one around me still I call on ..
You-- You always placed Your arms around me when I needed..
You-- Thats why I sing this song to tell You
Lord I do love You

Verse 2:
You are the only one who keeps on blessing me
At times, I thought that I was blind You helped me see
(Oh ho) And I can never pay You back for all You′ve done
Thats why I serve You faithfully and never give You up

I lift you up and praise Your name
You gave me strength to see another day
When I was lost you helped find my way
When it seems I cant face another day
That′s when I call on..

Chorus

Refrain:
Knock and He will answer
The lord will make a way
He′s worthy of his praise

I know life is worth living
Becasue of you Jesus,
I always call on You

Chorus (3x)
during second time altos say(Lord i love you: love you)

Ending (4x)
Boys say: All I wanna do
Girls echo: All I wanna do I
Boys echo :is to keep lovin you
Girls echo: is to keep lovin you

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

Im so all along wont you please come back home I need you right next to
me cause you make me wont to settle down I need you baby my life is so in-
complete I need you here with me

that all i can think of but brother tone can rape really good
im just the back round singer but we both dance i go to east central high
school my brother go out of school last year we live in oklahoma

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

You about to feel something that you′ve never felt before
C′mon don′t stop
Lets ride
Yeah talk to me now

[Chorus]
Why don′t you let me give you that special feelin
The kind of feelin that′ll make you feel so real and
Ooh why don′t you hit me with that special feel
The kind of feelin that′ll make me feel so real

I got some game to spit to you..check this out
If I take you out on a date
You′ll feel real special and great
So why don′t we just formulate
A plan and meet up at a special place
Place place (that sounds cool) that′s right
(if it′s just me and you) it′s just me and you
Against the world
I am yo nigga, you my girl
And you will feel the passion when I′m smashing you
Climaxin the thrillin is everlasting as yet, I got you feelin high
(you′re the best true) that′s true (the way you do your do) I know you feelin me
(I′m feelin you) I′m feelin you too girl, lets do this

Why don′t you let me give you that special feelin
The kind of feelin that′ll make you feel so real and
Ooh why don′t you hit me with that special feel
The kind of feelin that′ll make me feel so real
Lets jump in that freaky state
Meet me at that special place
You know there′s no time to waste girl
Lets have a sexy escapade
Let me make you wet
Let me make your body sweat
Let me give you passionate
Lovin that you won′t forget
You love it (yeah)
Really really need it (yeah)
You mind if I beat it up (no)
Then get ready girl
Cause your cardiac be beating like your drummer track
And you′ll be coming, coming back
And I know that you lovin that..

Why don′t you let me give you that special feelin
The kind of feelin that′ll make you feel so real and
Ooh why don′t you hit me with that special feel
The kind of feelin that′ll make me feel so real

This is real, this is real
The way I feel, the way you make me feel
And girl the way you make me feel so real
So real, the way I feel, the way you make me feel
And girl you make me make me feel so real

Now that I have you here
Girl let me take you there
There′s nothing that can′t compare
To fucking, fuckin my dear
If you - so for real
It′s real how you makin me feel
I′m lickin your sweet cherry fill
Girl I′m givin you thrill
(and thats true) that′s right (the special things you do)
(that′s why I′m feelin you...that′s why I fell in love with you)
You fallin and I caught you girl
Be secure I got you girl
Girl just let me rock your world
World, w-w-world, world...w-w-world world, w-w-world, world...w-w-world, world...w-w-world

Why don′t you let me give you that special feelin
The kind of feelin that′ll make you feel so real and
Ooh why don′t you hit me with that special feel
The kind of feelin that′ll make me feel so real

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Big Azz Ko, Mark Curry, Loon

[P. Diddy]
1, 2, 1, 2
yeh y′all can hear me
make the drumming sound yeh
lets ride yeh yeh
be clear we here lights out
eat here sleep here my house
rhyme wasting time wasting
feds want me caged in
hope they got patience
more you win they want you to lose
I don′t floss no more I drop jewels
Hope we might chill the heights real
Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill
Know the deal once we hit record
Hit the floor
New era this is war
Lord I′m the answer without a question
No evidence no possession
Stop stressing
Shit I got moves to make
Streets is dark but still I illuminate nigga
I could see the way
Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh

[Mark Curry]
Curry going hit again
Dreams your living in
This what you coulda been
Every city foot scene gets scrilla with em
kid shortchange the dealer
the game be gorilla
ain′t nothing illa
aka 800 toll free aside
I rose to be a Bad Boy til′ I die
The official bonafide (fide)
Tested and tried (tried)
Get in like Canson
Work from the inside
When I ride eyes are wide
Ain′t that I lick when I walk
My some pimping to my stride
Some wit a emphis on my side
Cause I understand niggas out to get I
Living the life
Is no lie
Been a great thing to do
Nuttin I could think change the view
Althought it might seem strange to you
Its plain to me
I′m here with you
Lets give them what they came to see

[Big Azz Ko]
Yow yow aiiyo
We exceptional
Congressional
Its best that you bester crew
Wit your flesh going bruise
Blood goin ooze and
However you choose your ass goin lose
This ain′t the blues
Don′t things that cruise
Go bring the news
Wit flows meaning cruel
From few options
To cruise hopping
Now fools plotting cause I chart topping
From bounce checks to being in effect (fect)
And it don′t stop till they reinterbect
Rhyme calisthetics
Bad Boy anesthetics
Will twist me like crippie
Amanda Chevitts
Back flips tactics
Be on measure
Hat tricks wit only dimes and better
Nigga just for that cheddar
O please I switch cheese to leather

[Loon]
Uh yeh uh yeh uh
Check it out yo
Y′all niggas say what y′all wanna say
Feel how y′all wanna feel
Who give a fuck dog kill who you wanna kill
Just keep it real when it come to me
Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungary
On my right where my gun going be
Bitches ain′t getting a crumb from me
Member when niggas used to run from me
All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing
Nigga in the game got a little chain becuz
Heard the nigga signed a major budget
But I′m the nigga made you love
Now you wanna change the subject
I ain′t sweating that animosity
I′m deading that
Instead of rap imma smack you dead in your trap
I don′t give a fuck what I said on a track
Niggas know me better than that
Niggas I could neva be wack
My money way to ahead of you cats
I′m going strait to the top where the cheddar be at
Wassup wit that
Yeh bad boy nigga
Fuck y′all wanna do

[P. Diddy]
As y′all can see when have come to the end of our program
Very important that I let y′all know
That I truly appreciate and I′m thankful
For all your support
For everybody that′s been down from day one
I love you
We love you
P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family
We out
Aiiyo BIG we miss you
one

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

[Diddy]
It only gets stronger (it only gets stronger)
It only gets more intense (it only gets more intense)
All the pressure′s on your neck (you feel me, you feel me)
So Bad Boy (so Bad Boy)
I′m richer bitch!
Yeah, yeah

I got a brand new flow man, soul cleansed
Got a brand new soul man
Cause lightning struck my plane′s wings and energized my things
Now I′m out lookin for that brass ring
Uhh, New York feel it in they gut
Cause if Jay comin back then the world need Puff
Emotional bond to the game I′m attached
I gave most of you dudes life, now give back (give back)
I′m the man that beefed with a whole coast
Lost my best friend and still see his ghost (c′mon)
Your lawsuit is lost, I walk through courts (uh-huh)
So disrespectful I spit when I talk (woo!)
I recognize niggaz tryin to copy my style
But never been a nigga this fly holdin it down for this long
Nigga I let y′all eat for this long
Now the King′s back on the streets crack
I′ma put it on my son′s name
I′ma change from the mundane, Monday through Sunday
Lved through the gunplay now I′m in one lane
Fuckin with the white man, gettin on my fun shame
Can′t com-plain, fly as I ever been
Half a ounce sniffer, high as I ever been
Never no losses, I′m a winner
The boss of all bosses, I′M THAT NIGGA~!!

It only gets stronger
It only gets more intense
All the pressure′s on your neck
You feel me!
So Bad Boy
I′M RICHER BITCH!

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

[Diddy]
I need y′all to hear me out there
Can y′all hear me out there? Uhh

Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin
Snakes slither while hustlers chop they product
Foreign cars exotic, got hoes hypnotic
While I cruise through the concrete, blowin my chronic
And I move like a diplomat, hoodie and fitted caps
Dwell in the habitat where cons and killers at
Faced a thousand deaths, cowards′ll bow to the feet
of the almighty, a God to the black child
I told moms I would be somethin
I gave myself to the world now it′s like you owe me somethin
Listen up, I got a story to tell
It′s like I fell out of heaven just to walk through hell
It′s what, fueled my fire, ignited my desire
You gave me the bricks and the sand to build the empire
Throw the seal on my forehead, my faith still strong
With all I′ve been through, you would think my faith gone
But nope, I hold my stance in stone
I move mountains with my will and succeed that′s how I keep goin
Won′t stop been the motto, feelin rich like I won the lotto
It′s almost like seein through the eyes of a crack child
Dodgin crisis, three strike system niggaz trapped in a vice grip
You can′t defeat me, I defy all odds and sabotages
I survived Reagan, I survived the first Bush
Thinkin back when my moms gave that first push
Thank God for my life I came through the room
Until the evil of part two, when God gave me a sequel
Rags to royal, momma hand her hands in soil
Pops moved drugs in capsules and foils
I foiled your plans and made you aware
And turned America′s dream into a nightmare
Yeah, you feel the vibe muh′fuckers
The first B.I., "Ready to Die" muh′fuckers
So "Who Shot Ya," 9 to 5 muh′fuckers
"Bad Boy for Life," is I muh′fuckers
And it′s back, better than it ever was
I′m talkin like we was gone but we never was
So I deliver the truth uncut
We produce more hits got the booth fucked up
On top of the statue yellin "Who want what?"
For the past ten years, the future is us
(C′mon man) Eyes closed like I′m blowin reefer
The preview is over, now enjoy the future
Niggaz

I wanna thank y′all for believin in me for so long
Thank y′all for ridin with a nigga
As we continue on!
You are now listenin to the sounds
Of the world famous... you know my name
You know my name

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

(feat. Keri Hilson)

[Keri:]
I miss going out, Feeling kinda stuck these days
And I be on the highway, if only I could leave my place
I used to be on top but I aint got nothing better to say
I been trying to hide but its written al over my face

I really thought you were the one, the only one
I guess that I was wrong

If everything I thought

What do you do after love?
What can you say when its said and done
Nothing at all
Cos u cant stop a heart break
And you cant stop your tears from falling down
So what do you do? What do you do?
After love.

[Diddy:]
I remember first day that I saw her face
The feeling I had sorta felt like my birthday
Beautiful I must say
She was my earthquake
Cute face, nice shape, you made my earth shake
Ima try keep the faith, do it like the church say
She the one for me and I don′t care I hear my heart say
Thought I had a home run
But I guess at first base I found out the long run
Just another heart break
So how much can my heart take
You was like air to me
You know I wouldn′t leave, I needed you to breath
See life is but a dream
So its more then I believe
If you ever been in love you will know what I mean
So god help me please I wanna see the light
She keep telling me im wrong but I know im right
But try and prove wrong cos I don′t wanna fight
I know I make mistakes
But still I need her in my life

[Keri:]
Tell me how im supposed to heal this open wound
And tell me who had thought that id be trying to get over you
Im stuck in the moment, of memories of me and you
And I can get over it, but im aint sure that I want to
Because you made your bed, now u gotta lie in it
Now all the things u said don′t mean a thing

I cant believe I gave u one last shot
I let it ride now baby its your stuff
Oh so leave your not good for me
It took a while to finally come to my senses

What do you do after love?
What can you say when its said and done
When its over
Cos u cant stop a heart break
And you cant stop your tears from falling down
So what do you do? What do you do?
After love.

[Diddy:]
This is what you made me do
Pay attention
She know who im talking to, and I know u listening
I think about you all the time, if not every minute
I promise hurting you was never my intention
Something bout your style, the way that u presenting her
Everything I see I ever had you was in it
I apologize for every time that you might have cried
Theres not enough words to describe how I feel inside
Guardian angel sent from the skys
I always knew you would have made a beautiful bride
And that′s right
And I wish you could of stayed, so much
But Im stuck when I betrayed your trust
You know your love is more than wearing
Dolce and gabbana, Gucci and prada, trips to Nevada
And I admit that you hurt probably true
But I don′t mistake the only one I love is you
I love you

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hangin on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain′t always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can′t express what you mean to me
Even though you′re gone, we still a team
Through your family, I′ll fulfill your dream (that′s right)
In the future, can′t wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it′s real, feelings hard to conceal
Can′t imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death

[Chorus: Faith Evans]
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I′ll be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I′ll be missing you

[Puff] I miss you Big

[Verse Two: Puff Daddy]

It′s kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smilin down (eheh)
Watchin us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Til the day we meet again
In my heart is where I′ll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts Big I just can′t define (can′t define)
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Makin hits, stages they receive you on
I still can′t believe you′re gone (can′t believe you′re gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you′re life, after death

[Chorus: Faith Evans] Somebody tell me why

[Interlude: Faith Evans]

On that morning
When this life is over
I know
I′ll see your face

Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
Every night I pray, every step I take
[Puff] Every day that passes
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] Is a day that I get closer
[Puff] To seeing you again
Every night I pray, every step I take
[Puff] We miss you Big... and we won′t stop
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] Cause we can′t stop... that′s right
Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
[Puff] We miss you Big

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, G. Dep

[Black Rob] (P. Diddy)
Y′all ain′t ready (The saga continues)
Tootsie rolls (We still here)
Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR

I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT′S CRAZY)
Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT′S CRAZY)
Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT′S CRAZY)
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now how you ain′t gon′ change the locks? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Didn′t sit there and call the cops (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yeah you love it how we huggin′ the curb (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Plus it′s jumpin′ off up in the spot (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron′ (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man, it′s alright, on tight
Watch out, pushing on tonight, it′s crazy
Don′t hold back, I′ma put it where it′s suppose to be at
And that′s non-stop, party-hoppin′, it′s on

[P. Diddy]
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And ain′t a threat on my family, dogg (THAT′S CRAZY)
Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And ain′t my name Sean John? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
They even called the office to say it′s a bomb (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
But yet, I′m supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yeah, looked like there wasn′t nuttin′ wrong (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
That′s how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
From now on, it′s no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Can′t picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT′S CRAZY), oh no!

[Chorus]

[G. Dep]
Yo, how Dep ain′t on, that′s crazy (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, I wouldn′t miss this if they paid me (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Come through, man, parkin′ lot (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin′ (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I did a bitch, still puttin′ my bidness (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Shit, it′s hard to get one red cent (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the bank don′ sketched on my crib (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Thousand dollar honies givin′ me leather (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Over-respect due to "Let′s Get It" (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT′S CRAZY)
Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT′S CRAZY)
Some chicken won′t even give me the digits (THAT′S CRAZY)
Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT′S CRAZY)
Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
How you gon′ hate what made you rich? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Life Stories, shit, it ain′t goin′ gold (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now you don′t got Permanant Scars (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Lights, camera, action, I′m a star (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Like yesterday, I broke a nigga′s car (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now sittin′, endless cash (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
See, I′m thirsty, still lookin′ for cash (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, Loon

[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo, back on the scene
Ain′t nuthin′ changed
Still doin′ wild things
Whippin′ something mean
The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin′ the bar on my next world tour
When we hit the sick, I′m the cure
We ′bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain′t nobody botherin′ you
All I′m thinkin′ ′bout is clobberin′ you
Immigration always sayin′ I′m harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I′m the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe D′Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin′ for the loot to steal
He determined
Don′t try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin′
I want my glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain′t got ?
Everytime I grab the mic it′s with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I′m tired of doin′ dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin′ prayers
Not only sayin′ mine, but sayin′ theirs
That′s cause my dawgs ain′t there

Chorus: x2
The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don′t matter who′s hot, who′s out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now

[Loon]
Aiyyo, I′m fresh off the plane
Tryin′ to get a little bit of stress off my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain′t nuthin′ but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin′ DVDs on 5O inch screens
So cut it out, you ain′t now Don Juan, please
I stay spillin′ Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit the bar, yo, it′s all on me
Pop bottles, models, be all on me
You all gon′ see how it′s all gon′ be
Front on me and see where you all gon′ be
Six feet deep
When the heat seek, niggas be misty
From 155th to 11Oth Street
Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now?

Chorus x2

[P. Diddy]
See this is the part I like right here
I like when I see everybody on the dance floor
Yeah, I see y′all, just shakin′ your asses
C′mon, hold on, I need to break it down
Yeah
One time like this

Now would you clap your hands
Your hands you clap
If your girl′s outta place then your girl get tapped
Niggas keep thinkin′ Diddy ain′t on it like that
But you never see me standing on the corner like that
Cause, I′m talented, yes I′m gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
Forget get the cash, the money ain′t nuthin′
Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain′t frontin′
I rock Sean John everyday
Boutiques from France to the USA
And I make all the chips off the hits I invent
So it really doesn′t matter how much I spent
Cause, I′m droppin′ hits
Daily
You burn me?
Really?
Think Bad Boy been played a million times
And I don′t care if niggas write a billion rhymes
Damn, we still payed!

We still payed!
Yeah, we got it made!

[Loon]
Aiyyo, this game ain′t stoppin′
We champagne poppin′
Girl, I got shit that your man ain′t coppin′
You could hop in when your man ain′t watchin′
Give you one option, temperature′s droppin′
Gettin′ cold, control your soul when I′m locked in
You the type of chick that fold when you boxed in
Signals my watch and givin′ you more reasons to hop in
This is a Bentley, not a Datsun
Don′t confuse me with dude, I′m not him
Your man got a lot to learn
But you could leave with the cat if you that concerned
One day you gon′ actually learn
But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to burn
I stay on my J-O-B
Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. R-O-B

[P. Diddy]
The fam baby, Bad Boy

Chorus x4

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that been down with us
From day one
Shakin′ them asses on the dance floor
That′s all we′re tryin′ to do
Mo′ money, no mo′ problems
2OO1, Bad Boy forever

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

G.Prod and the Dirty Money
Timati and P.Diddy

[P.Diddy:]
I′m tryna hit
Baby tell me what′s up ′cause you the shit
Yeah you the shit
Can I give you one kiss? (aha)
Imma kiss you right there
Real slow
Baby just like this (just like this)
You′ll like that shit (You′ll like that shit)

[P.Diddy:]
You ain′t never met a nigger off in the club
Now with the swag jumping off like this
[Timati:]
I ain′t never met a bitch in the club
Of my ′ship with the risk going just like this

[Dirty Money:]
I′m on you baby
Tryna give for those so you won′t know
I′m on you baby
I need you baby

[Timati & Dirty Money:]
I need to know
That you will be the girl I wake in the morning
You will leave me hardly broken and lonely
Reach so I′ll get a fun cause I′m on you
I′m on you

[Dirty Money:]
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
I might get idea you are
Cause I′m drunk too (I′m drunk too)
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
[Timati:] Girl I want you (I want you) I′m so on you (I′m so on you)

[Timati:]
Sip on the Coco Loso
Relax and let your mind go
This bitch hate better than a motherfucka
Hate gotta be her main love-lover
Ask my old bitch who shit they got for
Said a bitch fly which you think of
Shit Imma take her home, Imma break bread,
Imma be the one who left wholly my hell
I′m a while here, she would get gone
Imma keep driving drunk call me love song
She go get tired, Imma be on fire
Imma look back, I′m-m-m her song

[P.Diddy:]
Hey oh my girl
All is Halls when you lay with a nigga like me
Li-li-like me
I am the black Russian
We poppin′ bottles, we spend the cash
And I ain′t nothing, so bring your friend
What you wanna do now?

[Dirty Money:]
I′m on you baby
Tryna give up that so you won′t know
I′m on you baby
I need you baby

[Timati & Dirty Money:]
I need to know (yeah)
That you will be the girl I wake in the morning (I will)
You will leave me hardly broken and lonely (yeah I won′t babe)
Reach so I′ll get a fun cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
I′m on you (I′m on you)

[Dirty Money:]
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
I might get idea you are
Cause I′m drunk too (so gone) (drunk too)
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
[Timati:] Girl I want you, I′m so on you (I′m on you)

[Timati:]
You will do me like that (I will do you like that)
Don′t throw it away, give it to me girl just like that (boy just like that)
You gonna have my baby (Am I your baby)
You the shit (You the shit)
I must admit that I′m on you baby (I′m on you baby)

[Dirty Money:]
I′m on you baby
You ain′t never met nobody like me I′m on you baby (baby)

[Timati & Dirty Money:]
I need to know (yeah)
That you will be the girl I wake in the morning (I will)
You will leave me hardly broken and lonely (I won′t)
Reach so I′ll get a fun cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
I′m on you (I′m on you)

[Dirty Money:]
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
I might get idea you are
Cause I′m drunk too (I′m drunk too)
Tonight I′m fuck up in here
Cause I′m on you (I′m on you)
[Timati:] Girl I want you (I want you) I′m so on you (Boy I need you)

[Dirty Money:]
I′m lost for words, I don′t know what I′m gon′ do
A hundred miles an hour boy I′m driving straight to you
I′m lost for words, I don′t know what I′m gon′ do
A hundred miles an hour boy I′m driving straight to you

Baby so say how are you? [4x]

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, G. Dep, Missy Elliott, Snoop Dogg

[Black Rob] (P. Diddy)
Y′all ain′t ready (The saga continues)
The tootsie roll (We still here, keep it up, keep it up)
Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR (keep it up, keep, keep, keep it up)

[Black Rob]
I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa! (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Almost had me pushing up daisies (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Had some big nigga with keys to the crib (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now how you ain′t gon change the locks? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Didn′t sit there and call the cops (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Hop in the Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yeah you love it how we huggin the curb (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Plus it′s jumpin off up in the spot (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Boobie cat, lapdance with kid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Plus the similin chick put in the bid (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus: Black Rob]
Man it′s alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It′s crazy
Don′t hold back
I′ma put it where it ′pose to be at
And that′s non-stop and party-hoppin, it′s on

[Missy Elliott]
Just broke up where this kid is stayin (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Cause I found out he was a One Minute Man (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I′m like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Cause he couldn′t last one minute long (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I′m like boy, don′t you know I′m addictive? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Oh, how dare he play me (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Told him next time he want to fuck me, pay me (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Cause I been waiting too damn long (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And I know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Oh, man ya know that′s crazy (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I need to find out if ya feel what I′m saying (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man it′s alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It′s crazy
Don′t hold back
I′ma put it where it ′pose to be at
And that′s non-stop and party-hoppin, it′s on

[P. Diddy]
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And ain′t a threat in my family, dogg (THAT′S CRAZY)
Courthouse got my name in the law (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And they ain′t care if my name Sean John? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
They even called the office to say it′s a bomb (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
But yet, I′m supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yeah, looked like there wasn′t nothin′ wrong (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
That′s how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
From now on, it′s no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Can′t picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT′S CRAZY), oh no!

[Chorus]
Man it′s alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It′s crazy
Don′t hold back
I′ma put it where it ′pose to be at
And that′s non-stop and party-hoppin, it′s on

[G. Dep]
Yo, how Dep ain′t on, that′s crazy (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Man, I wouldn′t miss this if ya paid me (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Come through man, pop the lock (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hidden (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I did a bitch, still puttin my bid in (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Shit, it′s hard to get one red cent (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And they charging this high ass rent (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Plus trains, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the bank done stretching my credit (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Now the boobies got a G. Dep fetish (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Thousand dollar honeys givin me leather (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Over-respect due to "Let′s Get It" (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus]
Man it′s alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It′s crazy
Don′t hold back
I′ma put it where it ′pose to be at
And that′s non-stop and party-hoppin, it′s on

[Snoop Dogg]
Waking up with a braud (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And I don′t even know her name, dogg (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I′m on the run from the law (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
These fools runnin up and chickens raw (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
It′s a G from the streets (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
That fool working with the police (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Don′t bring that fool around me no more (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
And to think he tried to sell me some glo (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Good thing I had my head on straight (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
So I′ma snake his little freak on a date (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Went straight to the mizzel, tizzel (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I drove straight past my hizzel, dizzel (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
It′s a slizzel nizzel fa shizzel (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
On the wizzel fa dizzel (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
I do a verse for a sweat suit and a G (OH THAT′S CRAZY)
Cause it′s all in the motherfucking family (OH THAT′S CRAZY)

[Chorus 3x]
Man it′s alright, hold tight
Watch out, push it on tonight
It′s crazy
Don′t hold back
I′ma put it where it ′pose to be at
And that′s non-stop and party-hoppin, it′s on

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, Mark Curry

[P. Diddy]
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

@ P. Diddy