| Aiyyo, you ready?
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| Let’s do it Mmm, yeah, uhh.
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| Yeah, uhh. |
| c’mon
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| I’m the definition of, half man, half drugs
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| Ask the clubs, Bad Boy — that’s whassup
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| After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain’t laughin much
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| Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
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| How we twist shit, what change but the name?
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| We still here, you rockin wit the best
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| Don’t worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
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| Who’s the boss? |
| Dudes is lost
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| Don’t think cause I’m iced out, I’ma cool off
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| 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
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| We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
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| It’s official, I survived what I been through
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| Y’all got drama, The Saga Continues…
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| We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere
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| We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s Bad Boy for life
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| We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere
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| We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s Bad Boy for life
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| Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
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| I don’t play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
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| All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
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| They run around actin like the black don’t care eat
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| And you know what? |
| (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
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| I want this medication full of deranged eatin
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| For y’all to put the word out (c'mon, c’mon) we ain’t leavin
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| We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
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| Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
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| Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon)
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| Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
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| You got the wire, if not I ain’t sayin no more names
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| You soon expire; |
| (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
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| I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first
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| Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters (yeah)
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| On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL’s or (yeah) Source’s (c'mon) bitch
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| Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
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| It ain’t shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
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| See everything still glorious (yeah)
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| We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right)
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| See it’s a lot of them, but it’s more of us Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
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| Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
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| That’s fo’sho', bottles that pop
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| Joints that rock, play the background
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| Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha)
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| Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
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| Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon)
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| Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it’s me (they know ya shit)
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| Drop that beat, can’t believe that I MC (haha)
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| Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
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| Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
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| It’s on like that (c'mon), don’t believe, we ain’t goin like that
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| For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
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| Every (what?) motherfuckers here!
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| Bad Boy. |
| we ain’t goin nowhere
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| Uh-huh. |
| uh-huh. |
| what?
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| We ain’t goin nowhere. |
| we gon’stay right here
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| For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever. |
| c’mon
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| We ain’t goin nowhere. |
| we gon’stay right here
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| We ain’t goin nowhere. |
| we gon’stay right here
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| Yeah, uh-huh. |
| uh-huh, uh-huh
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| Cause it’s Bad Boy for life! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Boy for Life , by - P. Diddy. Song from the album The Saga Continues..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп