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You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah!
[Morock] This is for the niggas who ain`t got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs Until your place hit up Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks You`re better off making sure papi know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
[Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it`s dark The sun go down, the tool start to spark Outline in chalk, moms lift the part Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court Shouldn`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walk It`s The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y`all thought?
[G. Dep - Chorus] Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain`t right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what`s the deal? Cant` ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon` ride tonight Cause this paper we makin` is real, all day
[Verse] It`s like that y`all (that y`all) Don`t get it twisted with the rap y`all (rap y`all) Still walk around with the gat y`all (gat y`all) Don`t make me have to point it at y`all (at y`all) And clap y`all (clap y`all) That`s how I see things goin` Chains showin`, rings glowin`, Range Rovin` And my nigga push ki`s like Beethoven It`s gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
[P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse`s last line} Aiyyo, let`s get it where it needs to be Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe I told y`all it`s on for life The only bars I ever be behind is the one`s I co-write Hold it down, hold the crown What I gotta brag for? Y`all should know by now Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track This a fact, it`s a wrap, uh!
(Chorus)
[G. Dep] Yo, yo Niggas mad at the fact we bad Man I won`t stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money, no quotas We gon` fuck around and do this murder, no motive Aiyyo, I burn more Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?) Cause you a turn-off
[Poppa Sims] Numb in my veins And bought enough to numbin` the brain Lovin` the brain, let a slob till it`s come and arrange Strollin` the block, honey holdin` the glock 1-9, come on baby, it`s crunch time In a truck blue, yellin` my fuck you`s Doin` a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls Huggin` the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
(Chorus - till fade)
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