Aiyyo, you ready? Let's do it Mmm, yeah, uhh Yeah, uhh, c'mon I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs Ask the clubs, Bad Boy, that's whassup After
back for good now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze,
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
I've seen a lot of things in my life A lot of ups and downs Made a lot of mistakes No matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my
(1,2,1,2,3,4) Diddy: uh, yea,uh (1,2,1,2,3,4) Fergie: Tell me if you thinkin bout thinkin' what I'm thinkin bout Diddy: That's only if you thinkin
[Carl Thomas] (Faith Evans) Uh, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah (Emotional) I always dreamed that everything would be okay With me and you, but I
It's Bad Boy (Do it do it do it do it, do it do it do it) It feels good to be back (Do it do it do it do it, do it do it do it) I missed ya Relax your
Bad Boy, we ain't gon' stop Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right)
Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, uuh Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Hear my cries Hear my call Lend me your ears
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the
this Yeah, come on Can I get a lick? Come on, yeah, can I get a lick? Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy:] Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q,
don't mean a thing I ain't G Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep
rich You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you
Stop Just Come on now Just Sometimes I just Get out ya I just feel so confused No don't do that I just wanna know how you feel Don't do it I love you
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the
Biggie: Uh, uh, uh Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn auto futigued then fitigue the enemy look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up
Chorus: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P
