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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

Текст песни:

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, Yeah
I need a, I want a

[Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
Yo, I′m internationally known on the microphone
I got it all, but I really need a wife at home
I don′t really like the zone, never spend the night alone
I got a few, you would like to bone
But, chicks don′t romance me, don′t tickle my fancy
Only Tiffany, Nancy; that′s not what my plans be
I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family
Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy′s cause
Most of these girls be confusin me
I don′t know if they really love me or they usin me
Here′s the money, or maybe you ain′t used to me
Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me
That′s why I need a girl that be true to me
Know bout the game, and know how to do to me
Without a girl on my side, shit I ruin me
Forget the word, it′s just you and me

[P. Diddy & Usher]
Now let′s ride.....

[Chorus: Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she′s all mine
I need a girl in my life

[Loon]
Yo, now I have had a lot of women in my lifetime
But see it′s not a lot of women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks with all the right features
And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers
Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya
You break her heart, she′ll walk out and leave ya
I find a girl, I′ma keep her
Cuz now I′m gettin money and the game gettin deeper
I want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no full limits, no right
Anytime we together would feel so right
You the girl I been lookin for my whole life
God bless me, I′m glad I got the insight
It′s cuz of you girl, now I understand life

[Loon & Usher]
I need a girl...

[Chorus: Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she′s all mine
I need a girl in my life

[P. Diddy]
I had a girl that would′ve died for me
Didnt ′preciate her so I made her cry for me
Every night she had tears in her eyes for me
Quarter K′s, shorty took the whole ride for me
First we were friends then became lovers
You was more than my girl, we was like brothers
All night we would play fight under covers
Now you gone, can′t love you like I really wanna
But everytime I think about your pretty smile
And how we used to drive the whole city wild
Damn I wish you would′ve had my child
A pretty little girl wit Diddy′s smile
This shit is wild
All dem days that I reminisce
About the way I use to kiss dem pretty lips
But as long as you happy, I′ma tell you this
I love you girl and you′re the one that I will always miss
I love you, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she′s all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she′s all mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who′s mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she′s all mine
I need a girl in my life

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, G. Dep, Loon

{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background..
better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music}

[P. Diddy]
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.."

[P. Diddy]
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
or pick up your CD, P.D.

[G. Dep]
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 smokehead
I′ve 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; I′m a "Top Gun" like Gossett
Run and get your CD and cass-ette
Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
But they ain′t got hot yet ′til they got Dep

[Loon]
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 gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang

[Black Rob]
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 (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five close to six
Hoodfellaz, 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

[P. Diddy]
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..

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

[Intro: P. Diddy] (Busta Rhymes)
Stick ′em up!
As we proceed
Stick em up motherfuckers!
To give you what you need
Put your hands in the air
It′s star time (Bring the fire along, c′mon)
We still here (Bring the fire along, c′mon)
It′s star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
Motherfuckers
Yeah, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
I′m the definition of - fuck it y′all already know
I stack heavy doe, sell out every show
It′ll never die, we live
And we gon stay big time ′til it′s time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip
We, runnin strips while y′all runnin lips
Haters wanna stop my lute
They don′t want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits
P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD′s 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 I′m makin moves
I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven

[Chorus 2x]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We′re gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won′t stop
It′s Bad Boy For Life

[Lil′ Fame] (Billy Danze)
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
(It′s Lil′ Fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
We still bangin ′em!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

[Billy Danze] (Lil′ Fame)
Sound the alarm
It′s the First Family and we′re back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)
Nuke those justice, it′s 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 ain′t goin nowhere

[Chorus 2x]

[Busta Rhymes]
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 ain′t wit it, nigga
I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
I′m like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now let me add a couple G′s to the stack
I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
And run when you didn′t 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
I′ll 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
I′m sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?

[Chorus 2x]

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ G. Dep, Black Rob

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
Reason I′m a Rottweiler
That I′m from the Rottweiler in ya house
to Rottweiler youths.. cats

[G-Dep]
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon′ do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I′d get′cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y′all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it′s to get richer, I′d probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don′t miss it
Won′t reach out, and ya bet I won′t visit
′til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let′s get it)
Ain′t no way you can take this from me (Let′s get it)
Ain′t shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let′s get it)
Take it money.. now let′s get it (Let′s get it)

[G-Dep]
Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet and Low it′s no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why′s this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It′s a big chance, big pants, might guard him
with my man′s type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don′t argue
You ain′t my crew, who are you? Beat it
′fore we take off make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it

(Chorus)

[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I′m registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I′ma wreck the game ′til it say "out of order"
Put the high score up
Then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and daughters
Brought ′em neck spray from Estee Lauders
Call Puffy to order

[P-Diddy]
Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y′all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it′s no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
Got so many spots I don′t even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep comin around them I′m a blaze her
I′m the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY, and I′m filthy, c′mon

(Chorus)

[Black Rob (Puffy)]
I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in e′ry channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can′t slay Rob
How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I′m goin under the bing
Act like you gon′ pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "A" block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King′s queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(He ain′t do it) Now let′s get it (Let′s get it)

(Chorus) (x3)

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

[(chorus) Brandy:]
Lessoned learned house can burn were close to heart
Betcha words dont mean nothing to me
Thought you said, thought you said that you loved me
Thought you said thought you said that you need me
Thought you said thought you said you complete me
Thought you said thought you said you were never gonna let it go
Thought you said thought you said when you held me
Thought you said thought you said when′d you tell me
Thought you said thought you said no one else could replace me
Thought you said thought you said that you never gonna let it go

[Diddy:]
The heartache and pain
Sometimes it goes to your brain
Sometimes it makes you insane
Sometimes our joy is our pain
Cuz it tears u apart these affairs of the heart
I think im strong but im not
And when i look in ya eyes you know it kills me inside
But I cant wait for that day that you come back to me girl
After we both go away its just to see if its real
Theres no denying the fact its meant to be
If you let it go and then they come back.
If this is our last dance we need to practice our steps,
The situation I left behind but your hearts what I kept,
You said I did you wrong you did me wrong we was both at fault
And of course you lost me with your alibis and all of your talking
And most important I just question my self

[Brandy:]
The pain is taking over I can′t believe
(I need your hand)
What happened then compared to now is dreams
(I need your hand)
And I know now that you′ll - me

[Diddy:]
I cant sleep, I cant breathe, I aint eat in days, stomach pains from arguing
Didn′t you cheat on me that′s how the problems started
And as far as im concerned we learned our lesson
Well its all in the healing and that process has got me stressin
Im so pressured i′m so physically drained
I aint thinkin straight I loved you more than my own self
Although I couldnt bear the pain of seein my old self
Young wild uncontroled self
I love you grl I dont need no one else

[(chorus) Brandy:]
Lessoned learned house can burn were close to heart
Betcha words dont mean nothing to me
Thought you said, thought you said that you loved me
Thought you said, thought you said that you need me
Thought you said, thought you said complete me
Thought you said, thought you said you were never gonna let it go
Thought you said, thought you said when you held me
Thought you said, thought you said when′d you tell me
Thought you said, thought you said no one else could replace me
Thought you said, thought you said that you never gonna let it go

[Diddy:]
When I look in your eyes you know it kills me inside

[Brandy:]
Didn′t you, didn′t you, didn′t you, didn′t you, oo ooo

[Brandy:]
Lesson learned
House can burn
We close to heat
Bet your words dont mean nothing to me

[Diddy:]
These affairs of the heart I think i′m strong but im not

[Brandy:]
Thought you said thought you said that you love me
Thought you said thought you said that you need me

[Diddy:]
Come back to me girl

[Brandy:]
How can you how can you
Thought you said thought you said you complete me
Thought you said thought you said you were never gonna let it go

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Mark Curry, G. Dep, Loon

[G. Dep]
Yeah...
Yeah, me and my man′s and them
We gon′ blast off
Bad Boy nigga, and we don′t stop
Come on to the top, blast off
Yeah, yo

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they Jeeps, don′t sleep till they 6 feet deep
No ′lax′ in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I′ma ride, keep smokin′
I keep smokin′ till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put ′em on injured reserve
And everybody know what′s golden, matter of fact platinum,
?mores trap to mold in?
Once I explode and I, burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin′ it′s stolen
Understand, the world′s in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt
Bitch play the front
And I′ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac
Cause yo, I′m about to blast off -

Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what′s the case
Aiyyo, I′ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain′t gon stop yo
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, uh
Who′s a nigga harder than me?
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin′ be
Damn, Curry ain′t the shit? Put the name in your mouth
Got it different? You ain′t on what you talkin′ about
Bustin′ off in her mouth, catch me
I′m feelin′ for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to ?manhand′? it′s real as it get
Feelin′ my shit, straight through the cealin′ with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a ′zil′
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill
Heat, got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin′ guns bust, BLAOW
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace
Bitch, I′m about to-

[G. Dep]
Blast off, yo I get it poppin′
When I rock, yo it′s non-stoppin′
Yo, I′m about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know
Aiyyo, I′m about to blast off
Bottles gon′ pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I′m about to blast off
Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot

[Loon]
Aiyyo son, I′m about to blast off, like an astronaut
Niggas don′t wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don′t wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers
Niggas know me, Loon′s a gunslinger
Fuck fightin′ a nigga, I′m usin′ one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the ′Humdinger′
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I′d rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court
We gettin′ bread in New York, ain′t better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But, I think it′s best you go ′head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I′m about to-

[G. Dep]
Blast off-
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what′s the case
Aiyyo, I′ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain′t gon stop yo
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

@ P. Diddy