| Yeah can you hear me? |
| Yeah
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| There’s certain things in life that you can stop
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| And there’s certain things in life that can’t be stopped
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| Let’s go.
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| «And now. |
| for your. |
| Bad Bad Boys.
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| Starting at guard.»
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| Y’all niggas still talkin?
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| Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?
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| What you have is a portion
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| Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and
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| So you better use caution, knowin I’m the boss and
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| I’m sittin on pyramids, flossin
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| I don’t really gotta talk son
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| I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements
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| I’m a pro, kid
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| Why you actin like you don’t really know, kid?
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| Any records I broke it
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| Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe did
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| I said, here’s your eviction notice
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| But you probably already know this
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| I don’t mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
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| Or pick up your CD, P. D
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| This is gruesome
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| Niggas always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'
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| What’s wrong with you son?
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| Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?
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| Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one
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| While I’m in the Limited, cruisin
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| You ain’t really got a crew son
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| You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
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| Youse a smokehead
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| I’ve been doin this since this Pro-Ked
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| Broke breads with the cokeheads
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| Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped
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| I said; |
| I’m a «Top Gun» like Gossett
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| Run and get your CD and cass-ette
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| Gossip, lotta niggas got lip
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| But they ain’t got hot yet 'til they got Dep
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| Why niggas lie like that? |
| Know they ain’t fly like that
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| Niggas get fried like that
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| And you don’t wanna die like that
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| Have your momma cryin like that
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| Besides all that, I’m in to get it fryin like that
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| Still on the block and move pies like that
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| Never my life dealt with guys that rap
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| In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad
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| Swoll up, y’all niggas better hold up
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| Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up
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| Body get ripped up, and then sewed up
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| Every nigga I fucked with, niggas is growed up
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| We don’t play games, get on the stand, and say names
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| All we do is cock back, and spray planes
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| Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang
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| Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang
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| Keep frontin, I’ma put a crease in your jaw
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| Might catch me squeezin the four
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| My nigga I go to war
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| And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store
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| Y’all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw
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| Predicate assassin, smashin
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| Open shit, rig scope, focus it
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| Give niggas what they 'posed to get (shit)
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| Oppose the clique, I send five close to six
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| Hoodfellaz, that’ll come close your shit
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| Niggas stay with the frozen wrists
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| Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off
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| Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
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| Never left, so I ain’t gotta take your place
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| Fuck the fake bogus niggas that ain’t notice
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| The breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga
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| We’ll never stop.
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| We’ll never stop.
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| One of the greatest teams that ever lived.
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| It’s like in our blood.
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| We gotta be born this way.
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| Bad Boy baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Saga Continues , by - P. Diddy. Song from the album The Saga Continues..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп