*featuring Busta Rhymes & M.O.P.
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[Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)]
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Stick 'em up!
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As we proceed
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Stick em up motherfuckers!
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To give you what you need
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Put your hands in the air
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It's star time (Bring the fire along, c'mon)
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We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon)
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It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
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Motherfuckers
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Yeah, c'mon
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[P. Diddy]
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I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know
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I stack heavy doe, sell out every show
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It'll never die, we live
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And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
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Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip
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We, runnin strips while y'all runnin lips
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Haters wanna stop my lute
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They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits
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P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
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Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat
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My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder
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Got a lot like its '97 all over
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You know what I came to do; change the rules
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Even when I stand still I'm makin moves
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I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
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P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven
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[Chorus 2x]
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Throw your hands up in the air now
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We're gonna hit you with the heat
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For the streets
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Throw your hands up in the air now
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We won't stop
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It's Bad Boy For Life
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[Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
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M.O.P.!
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Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block
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Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs
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(Yo, is that who I think it is?)
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You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin
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Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto
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But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos
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(It's Lil' Fame and them!)
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Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
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We still bangin 'em!
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Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
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[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
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Sound the alarm
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It's the First Family and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)
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Nuke those justice, it's the worlds, famous, fast Caress' street
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Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
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To make our music loud and stomp over beats
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Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
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Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Niggas put a hundred grand up
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Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
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Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit it, nigga
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I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga
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More rugged nigga, heat for the track
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I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
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Now let me add a couple G's to the stack
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I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
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And run when you didn't even see it coming
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Back the fire armor and pop your car
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Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar
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We be them zero tolerance niggas
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I'll turn on your ass, bitch
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And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch
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Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat
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With cycles with lyrics right from the street
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I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
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Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?
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[Chorus 2x]
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Bad Boy For Life (Remix)
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P. Diddy |