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Tytuł: The Saga Continues

  • Wykonawca: P. Diddy
  • Wy¶wietleń: 289
["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..
  Bad Boy baby