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We Here Intro
(Babs)We love this Diddy, you know what I'm sayin', you work da shit out of us though, I aint gon front yo, you know I'm tired as hell (Young City) c-h-o-p-p-e-r, (Babs)(shout out)shout out to MTV baby, shout out to MTV, (top of respect) yo we stood on long ass lines yall (big mothafuckin line) (Dylan)And big up to all the 40,000 that didn't make it (i cant even freestyle) i aint even stand the shit) (Its fucked up) (we meant to be here) (Babs)long as lines, big up mysterious baby, (holla at yo boy) big up Walter, big up Jonessa (Freddrick)aright ya'll in this muthafucka wit Da Band, trying to keep this thing right here gutter, we try not to pray for ya'll mothafuckers out there, but ya'll not be livin' in our lives, if ya'll don't watch da show, so how this it go down wit Da Band |
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(sara)
welcome welcome welcome (fred) its crazy (sara) welcome welcome welcome (fred) but im thankful (sara) welcome welcome welcome (fred) for everything (sara) welcome welcome welcome (fred) welcome welcome (ness) life is what u make it you gotta put in hard work cant let anyone hold u down baby (sara) welcome welcome (ness) Hit the bricks chicks like damn where you been loyd locked up wit a bad case of hemroid writin and fightin trifflin rhymes about the life and the timez of niggaz on the grind white collar criminals climb the corrperate ladder while niggas like me gotta sell coke and crack whistle me freedom boxed up missin a season its a set up hypathetically speakin even my pops was knocked over tickets for speedin drinkin and drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him my mom got gray hairs from worryin sick and my sister got a house now pushin the stick its a lil somethin to get her from a to b i got no where to go come and stay wit me wit a niece and nephew that love me to death my lil brother nick i guess he lovin whats left (sara) life is what u make it although it may sound basic goin through some bad times but be thankful for the good times yea though we must build up the strengths to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome (fred) I remember one mornin i was cookin the O and out the blue i heard a knock at the door i look through the peep hole and its a feen and he needed some coke and at the time i really needed his dough but i know the rules you never sell crack where u rest at cause hatters send shells where ya chest at but in my case them motha fuckas send shells to where my vest at found out i aint dead give em a spot to rest at i found out bout they spot had to go an X that my eyes reder then cyclopse call me the X-men i thank god just for ever blessin though the roads got tough thanks for every lesson i carry loads at time even though it gets stressin i remember stickin the clip in lockin got second guessin i couldnt stand the rain of new addition the fast lane had me layin in the crouse wit bentlys in my life (sara) life is what u make it although it may sound basic goin through some bad times but be thankful for the good times yea though we must build up the strengths to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome (babs) pot heads and high schools drop outs little girls wit they stomachs popped out i seen it all niggaz streched out by the coroner store life no more, dont seem small im gettin focused in the crib writtin rhymes while im smokin while niggaz on the block toatin i see em later my moms make paper but cheap wit the cash ask for a pair of kicks, she told me "ask ya dad" so i would rather hit the ave and knock off rote 100 pack in da pocket of my guess jean skirt mean while still tryin to get a deal on the side battle bitches outside infront of kennedy drive alot of niggaz wanna see me shine but i still got the lames laggin behind hatin on mine its nothin ima get to the top regardless got love for female rappers but think im the hardest in my life (sara) 2x life is what u make it although it may sound basic goin through some bad times but be thankful for the good times yea though we must build up the strengths to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome to my world repeat till end welcome welcome welcome |
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DA BAND LYRICS
"Living Legends" (Dylan) Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble (Jamaican chant) See the blood of a slave The eyes of a Banta Rise from the grave When they listening to Dylan Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran Looking both ways When concealing my weapon (Babs) I was raised in the gutter Fifties for elevens And a dirty box cutter I'm standing my ground Back and forth out of town I'm getting that cash And niggaz can't see Babs If you ain't licking my ass One tough chick My flows is not to be fucked with Send the word out To them bitches that you run with I'm here now Bitches in trouble I spit fire Quick to bust off Like Weebay from the wire (Ness) Fucking with the grimiest nigga Look in my eyes My life was paralelled park Until I put it in drive D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights Chicks gunning me down Running mad redlights Had low mileage It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop I never will in college I'm only being honest Cadillac with the Mac With the serial stratched up in the lining (Fred) Now pass me some diamonds With some dudes who move When I say them good So the hood call me Simon When I rob I ain't rhyming I change climates And break more records Than Rice did for the Niners (Chorus: (Dylan)) Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye (Chopper) Man fuck them other niggaz Cause I'm down with my niggaz Yep, we Da Band Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up You walk with your head faced down You scared to look up And I know Black and Blue I got the hook up (Babs) I stay on my grind BK niggaz know In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video On the block for a couple of years I done smoked a lot of blunts Drunk a couple of beers The streets know me The hood hold me I paid dues I'm the chick in the click Full of niggaz, I made moves Stay on top of my game I can't lose Get down or lay down Bitch niggaz better choose (Chopper) I ride in the biggest trucks All day, call me, shit I supply the biggest stuff Hit the block Like I'm Cartel blunts Ready for something to dump I feel as though I got the biggest nuts (Ness) Wait, move I put blood in your socks, your shoes Overflowing now you shaking your leg Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs It's white, when I bite When I bake it, it's beige (Chorus: 2x) (Dylan speaking Jamaican chant until beat fades out) |
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(Sara)
Somethin happens when you touch me I get open, and my legs starts quivering This sensation, emotions take control of me Its a temptation, i dont knows whats come over me (Babs) Yeah baby, tonights the night Ima ride that thing like a motor bike Grab my waist and hold it tight, im not frontin You think i bought a box of Lifestyle for nothin Please i got blunts you supply the weed Im the best so baby keep yo eyes on me Its about time i get mine nigga im ready And sex aint the bomb if the girl is sweaty (Chopper) Listen ma, we been chillin out for a minute And right now im in the mood to straight hit it We know enough about each other, i been patient Look, but every nigga got his limits Im tired of waitin, i feel like tonight is the night To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night You aint gotta worry bout me bustin in quick seconds I can handle mine plus im young and energetic, you ready *Chorus (Sara) Toniiight (Babs) Yeah daddy i know you want it cuz its extra tight (Ness) Yeah mommy im gon make sure its extra right (Sara) Ill Be your Mary Jane, it aint a game, ill get ya high, toniiight (Babs) Im a bad girl and bad girls do bad things (Ness) And im a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing (Sara) Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (Fred aka Miami) So hurry up ma show me a sign I been peepin ya all night And your alright The reason im starin im comparin Some things we may have in common And tell ya comin on our plane to Bahamas I love how you abuse the charm You got a Bad Boys tellin leave them fools alone Any place that you stay i can move your home Im talkin shoppin sprees for weeks in Rome We would import 4 in the mornin we gone Off to Paris to meet Sean I cant dissapoint Mr.Combs But first i need the number to your phone *Chorus (Sara) Somethin happens when you touch me I get open and my legs starts quivering This sensation, emotions take control of me Its a temptation, i dont know whats come over me (Ness) You aint gotta act boogie or be all uptight Tonights the night E.Ness will put up a fight Best sex you ever had in your life If it turn out right fuck around gettin married tonight Rock that hand off a one night stand Hop in the van goin honeymoon in Amsterdam Tomorrow mornin we gon drive back home And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone (Dylan) I wanna have you in the kitchen, put up on the dresser Throw you in the closet then undress ya Treat ya like a one night stand give ya the pressure Make you hit high notes like R&B singers will ya Chorus x2 Toniiight, uhhh HEYY, Toniiight, ohhh uh, yeahhh |
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Bad Boys? Da Band
How U lIke Me Now-Too Hot For T.V. (Sara) Oh, ah how u like me now now that u know that im playin oh, u could of took me there now u sitttin, reminisen ive bought my time u wasted u see me spendin faces could of done somethin but u did nothin u was just a waste of timmee (Ness) When i was ropin u aint had no rap now im ballin with them talkin bitch imagine that u tried to play me cuz ur ass was fat thought u was cute cuz ur hair was done i got a deal now here u come, huh all of a sudden wanna speak to me recently u dyin for a piece of me re-spect urself have some decency im in the top five no u cant creep with me girlfriend, ur nothin but a freak to me girlfriend, never take u out to eat with me she threw her hands on my crotch start teasin me and said just think of how good we could be i told her i dont give in that easily hips are the bullshit she was feedin me, damn she got a body but shes a flea gold digger all she wanted was some cheese from me c'mon (Chorus (Sara)) Oh, ah how u like me now now that u know that im playin oh, u could of took me there now u sittin reminisen ive bought my time u wasted u see me spendin faces could of done somethin but u did nothin u was just a waste of timmee (Chopper/Young City) took off in the club wallin out yall know me lord Chopper dont be yackin, actin that ass y'all cant stop us throwin bolls, scratchin ur nose, rubbin on hoes checkin two ways, lightin and smokin on idamos on the rear, if ur club bumpin we be present VIP session hot girls im down to undress 'em fuck in telly, lets do it in the back of the truck we can get down and dirty wussup cuz i dont give a uh uh crissy poppa mix it with the hen and vodka see im the king of my jungle call me mufasa pull up in the big body benz sittin on brawlers young and ballin doin my thang with shot callers holla gangsta nigga, x-rilla i pop u up roll with a team of hard hittas that will box u up we go to any club, from the whispas to the tunna cuz we the killas from the jungle, ya heard me (Chorus (Sara)) Oh, ah how u like me now now that u know that im playin oh, u could of took me there now u sittin reminisen ive bought my time u wasted u see me spendin faces could of done somethin but u did nothin u was just a waste of timmee (Mysterious/Miami) uh, yea, uh i wanna show how bad i can taste it, uggh better move through somethin cuz im gettin impacient i wanna show how bad i can taste it with the gun up in my waist im losin paitence whats wrong wit' u u know its only one to me its crazy bitch don went and got a gun for me i know time cant stop for me i aint ask u to hop in the six and come back to the block for me i dont need no win on heerr cuz freddy be gone until november long gone for the winter playin pong in hong kong, its me and renald my lil' cuzin, im overtown the life of badong im in, writin him own when i strike like lightnin they hit like thunder threw stones women callin me rome im slingin the thing in this bitch the king bigaling in the hood, they call me the paul bunyan a hearbreaker, they call me a human onion but u can call me in the grand canyon im doin great, eatin grapes in a tan mansion im so handsome ur girl might wanna call me grandson, holla back (Chorus (Sara)Oh, ah how u like me now now that u know that im playin oh, u could of took me there now u sittin reminisen ive bought my time u wasted u see me spendin faces could of done somethin but u did nothin u was just a waste of timmee Oh, ah how u like me now now that u know that im playin oh, u could of took me there now u sittin reminisen ive bought my time u wasted u see me spendin faces could of done somethin but u did nothin u was just a waste of timmee |
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| 4:42 |
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(Diddy)
This That Sexy Right Here Da Band Baby Bad Boy To Hot For T.V. Yea (Chorus) I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me (Babs) we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me (Dylan) so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you (Babs) you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do (Dylan) (Verse 1 (Babs)) Hot damn boy whatz tha plan i gotta whole day free i done dumped my man wassup got tha truck rimmed up last weekend tha haze that i blow got my interior stinkin yea so whatz tha deal boy im tryna chill wit u i like your style baby dont get it twisted i dont want your child and i dont make prank calls you can press redial (Verse 2 (Young City/Chopper)) I guess you like my sudden draw i stay down no matter tha cause my attitudes like fuck them all feel me im on my game i aint got no flaws and so jealous so dont make me have 2 touch nobody or cut nobody you like it when i tell you shit like that and when im on my ass i flip right back like dat real nigga that i am so if u need me you can call on slim fuckin right girl (Hook (Sara)) Baby how you doin off the scene for a minute but right back into it tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild (Chorus) I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me (Babs) we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me (Dylan) so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you (Babs) you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do (Dylan) (Verse 3 (Ness)) She pretty in pink damn what they put in my drink itz either im color blind or to pissy to think straight take it slow wait for a minute chill fall back we can date for a minute im written out wit an option to buy she blow weed till her nose bleed top of tha sky female wit an attitude as cocky as mine when i ride she right there in tha passenger side (Verse 4 (Fred/Miami)) This week i made plans tha was set in advance lost tha inship to sivilla then we heading to france under tha stars sippin chrissy laid back in tha sand tellin me wayz how you act when you was back wit ya fam how your mother was smoking crack and your father was dead see thatz tha type of stuff dat get in my head and you very emotional you make a real thug wanna get close to you wit tha permission you give your lotion letz get ghost girl (Hook (Sara)) Baby how you doin off the scene for a minute but right back into it tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild (Chorus) I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me (Babs) we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me(Dylan) so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you (Babs) you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do (Dylan) (Young City/Chopper) Yea Chopper City It'z Tha Band Ya Heard Me Tha Next Generation Bad Boy (Hook (Sara)) Baby how you doin off the scene for a minute but right back into it tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you i like your style beautiful smile your kinda wild (Chorus) I like your style boy i really need to know do u wanna chill wit me (Babs) we can chill girl lets stop playin you need to come home wit me (Dylan) so whatz tha deal boy i gotta little time i really wanna piece of you (Babs) you know tha deal girl im down for whateva whateva u wanna do (Dylan) (Dylan Rappin Until Fade.....) |
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(Sara & (Trackmasters))
(It's on fire tonight) What we gonna do tonight (It's on fire tonight) What we get into tonight What we gonna do tonight (Trackmasters) What we get into tonight (Ness) Uhh, you know what happens when your girl go out She pop up, a month later up on Girls Gone Wild Say cheese you on candid camera In your birthday suit like a go-go dancer Ain't nothin' funny I ain't Jo Jo dancer, E. Ness Puff L's like I promote cancer (huh) And I ain't gotta kick a pick up line, I'm a pimp So you can kiss where the sun don't shine (Young City) I pull up in that platinum buggy Club hot, actin' lovely In the spot where it's packed and jumpin' You can catch me in the cut tryna to wrap the yucky Sticky-icky stuff holla at ya youngin' (whoop-whoop) I'm back on it, hit the macks on it Girls love to touch and put they back on me I don't wanna be your man I'm into one night stands You know, doin' it big and straight bonin' huh (Chorus + (Sarah)) (Babs Bunny) It's more room in the V.I.P., You can come take a seat by me (What we gonna do tonight) Get it poppin making a love scene, Plenty room in the limousine (What we get into tonight) (Fred) Baby girl leave it up to me I wanna bite through your pantie string (What we gonna do tonight) Cause I got sexy things I wanna do That'll get you in the mood indeed (What we get into tonight) (Babs Bunny) Roll deep to the club my truck is packed If it ain't enough room lap it up in the back Circle the block, pull up in the parking lot We all smell like weed cause we spark a lot Table reserved, chicks stand up when they see me Flag down the waiter get an apple martini All night stuntin' doin' it up A bunch of Bed-Stuy bitches with big ass butts (Fred) Could it be the snake skin with gators Or the throwback Raiders Every moment is a Kodak for the world But tonight I'm no mack When I'm at ya girl the human spatula, is attached to her I snatched her up, pulled her real close to the fur Gave her a, bottle of Cris fuck a plastic cup Let me know if we gone bump with your sassy self Cause the Don got ass to touch, holla back (Chorus + (Sarah)) x2 (Babs Bunny) It's more room in the V.I.P. You can come take a seat by me (What we gonna do tonight) Get it poppin making a love scene Plenty room in the limousine (What we get into tonight) (Fred) Baby girl leave it up to me I wanna bite through your pantie string (What we gonna do tonight) Cause I got sexy things I wanna do That'll get you in the mood indeed (What we get into tonight) |
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Dylan talking)
Open the book And I saw an angel come down from heaven Having the key of the bottomless pit And a great chain in his hand I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years See (Choppa) I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me) I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still I look out for tha one the knocks (Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah) So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why Why he knockin' at my door, my door Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me Can you tell me why he huntin' me for Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me Could you tell me Could you tell me what he huntin' me for Tell me what he huntin' me for Could you tell me, tell me Could you tell me what he huntin' me for (Fredrick) You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range A young nigga with the filty slang Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box With three macks and a glock I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop (Chorus) (Elliot Ness) Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder (EN) Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures (Babs) So many haters I don't know where to turn (B) And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn (EN) First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs (EN) You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz (Both) In memory of (EN) Death to the powers that be (EN) See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me (EN) Somebody is constanly watching and following me (EN) Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see (Both) Allow me to peek (EN) Forget about reading the fine print (EN) My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit (EN) Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line (Both) I'm back on my grind (EN) Satan in the back of my mind (EN) Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised (EN) I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious (Chorus) (P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing) Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop Da Band, the next generation, God first And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go Yea, get off me, get off me You know what team I'm on One God, One love, One family, Bad Boy I'm like Micheal baby Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me I see all you Devils out there You'll never stop us Da Band, 2003, The next generation Yea, and we won't stop |
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| 2:27 |
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DA BAND LYRICS
"Stick Up" (Fredrick (Ness)) Ya'll motha fuckas freeze! Take a seat on tha flo I'm approachin the bank teller the bitch locked up the drawer Gimme the code to the savings put ya hands in the sky Ya keep shakin cause you know somebody bout to die! (Now keep ya god damn hands off that panic button Put tha cash in the bad before i damn do somethin If tha bitch try to act confused get slapped matter fact Play it back on the evening news) Ooo ima act a fool act irrasional the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots* (Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too Blow his ass to smithereens) The Glock will tear his ass in two (Real niggaz gon do what they have to do) We got it all mapped out we jus passin through (Huh..he comes the boys in blue we came to wipe the bank out not enjoy the view) (Chorus Fred and Ness) Nobody move nobody get hurt One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh Dont make me act a fool Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do Nobody move nobody get hurt One false move put that ass in the dirt ohh Dont make me act a fool Real niggaz gon do what they gotta do Dont make us act a fool real niggaz gon do what they have to do (Police Man) You in there, this is the police. Please come out with your hands up and your weapons down. The building is surrounded there is no way out ((Fred:) shit (gun cocks)...the fuck?) Please make this easy on yourself and let the people go (DAMN! (4 shots)) (Ness (Fred)) Gather all the workers put em in a circle (woman:not me i got kids) Shut up before i murder you (Dont make me hurt you, ya motherfuckers jus form a line be patient in time ima search you) Damn..we got a whole block flooded wit pigs ya dig..reload the clips you know what it is (I only..shot 4 out the clip theres 12 more in this bitch and stay low if im shootin cause im aimin to hit!) (gun shots) Go out in broad daylight fuck police Make that scene from Heat look like Sesame Street. Listen to me (No dawg listen to me if bad gets worse im goin on a killin spree) Man you wild dawg listen to me I got a trick up my sleeve make my mission complete Check it, take the steps to the top of the ceiling Got a chopper waitin for us at the top of the building (My man thats a plan lemme grab a million) lets hover above the city over top of civilians |
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[Intro (Chopper Talking)]
What's happenin' this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me New Orleans [1st Verse] I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so clean With all these throwbacks, you think I got a time machine Kodak moment, everytime I hit scenes 'cause I'm a young Zodac bonin', I flip keys Alicia aint, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady Tha benz is delicious, tha color is all gravy Please believe, my squad be them DBE's We ridin' in them drop tops, wit them DVD's Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney Always on point aint no nigga gone put no steel to me Feelin' me, every move I make It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out Listen! [Hook 2x] I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla ya get, chopped up, with the chopper ya dog ass gone get done for it ya betta run for it [2nd Verse] Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly What the dilly, I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater With creepers strapped with nina's, f**kin' with senoritas Jesus, I'm just off the meters Believe, I still do got more stripes, and shelves than Adidas Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez Put ya foggles on, ya'll niggaz can't see me, like I up, my level a notch to better I can make a hit, a-capella Ya can't, knock tha fella I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere Believe that, love it or not, the boy is here The boy don't fear, shit, I been bad since birth, dog Taught to blast, mash, get the cash, and murk off Skkiirrt!!! fake niggaz catch down syndrax call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive ya hoe, I'm all in that, she lovin' the guy fa' sho', look at her now, the stomach taped with pies Ya heard me! [Hook 2x] I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla ya get, chopped up, with the chopper ya dog ass gone get done for it ya betta run for it [3rd Verse] I'm that nigga, I got clout, like BIG got in Bed Stuy I'm that fly, with big guns, that splat guys I shit pies, van diesel, triple X, I And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye Ain't, no, half steppin' to test mines If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya You gone get, what the f**k you came for, the chainsaw (chainsaw rumble)sawed off ya ankles play like it's slavery, and hang ya, daddy I catch ya playin' me, its danger Taught to rap, make it crack, snackle and pop all out of type, thats the way I act on the block Bout green, dope fiend supplier Keep a beam of iron In the jungle full of theives and lions I am, focused man, the bad boy soldier landed on the top, I thought I told ya man Listen! [Hook 4x] I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla bust shots on the block, when I spray, 'rilla ya get, chopped up, with the chopper ya dog ass gone get done for it ya betta run for it [Chopper talking] Huh bruh?, ya heard me Bad Boy, ya heard me For life, man This how I'm livin' right out chea' man New Orleans, to the day I die 3rd Ward, Uptown man Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man they can't stop me Young City, ya heard me Dofat, holla back! |
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| 12. |
| 3:17 |
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-Bad Boys' Da Band-
'Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That' Diddy-Bad Boy baby,(ooh) we the last standin' check the record,(bad boy) check the score Da band,(yeah) the next generation of Bad Boy,(yeah) Babs-yo Im back and I'm hittin em hard tits don't sag, I don't need no push up bra, bitch you mad babs got a brand new car, droptop in the hood, I'm a ghetto superstar breath, pop bottles and roll up weed Babs strong off bitches like im hercules you got a problem? Come see the girl ill solve em big belly bitches we starve em, niggaz in the hood we rob em whenever they floss em and betta tuck in yo chain, bitch keep on walkin', You a thug? Why you keep on talkin? Lets get it crackin, get a bitch stomped out in the club, ill make it happen, I got this, diddy done let me out hot chicks spit sick when I open my mouth, (all I hear is bad boy this and bad boy that) believe it, my hair now raised and I weave it, (cause bad boy beat you down wit a baseball bat) me runnin home, the fire we cease it Elliot Ness-, niggaz say im a changed man since I made Da Band, nobody gave a dam, no one gave a hand, made man made Da Band, wave ya hands, rocks in the watch im thinkin bout to blaze Da Band, Elliot Ness you know im here to save the land, dont try to lie, you see the liquor's what made you ram(whoo) go somewhere ,and be maintenance man, a janitor,dog don't blame me, blame your manager, keep yo hands off my pockets nigga, franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga, who shot you? Biggie Smalls, Tupac you nigga, ready to die all eyes on the project nigga, you start? I put something in yo biceps nigga, I cant help it , im a violent nigga,sara stokes (all I here is Bad Boy this, Bad Boy that) You fuckin wit the wildest nigga (Cause Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat) Young City-Dress and go, hoppin off the G5 wagon, g codin rees bozin, tees swaggin, runnin game on yo bitch, yo boys a pimp, I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it, if you bought it throw it up, I got fire if you ready to lite it, tow it up(sscch) now dats gangsta, don't make me spank of you, runnin that warnin how yo life's in danger, ride wit the underworld that keep bangas,(bangers) niggaz that be off they frail and beef brangas,(bringers) picture a nigga tryin to carry me, it wont happen, I wont let you niggaz wary me, im a stay thugged out til they bury me, when they do, I cant wait to see you Barry B (all I hear is Bad boy This, Bad Boy that) im a dirty south nigga from the dirty streets (cause Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat) get fuck, get buff, get the fuck off the streets Miami-because half these dudes aint ever killed nothin im Fred you want em dead? Put some bullets in his coffin, lord forgive me but these niggaz is playin wit the boss man, y'all don't wanna get in the trunk, you get in tossed then, tight if we tight and you bring yo cousin, man homeboy thats yo man, (lets go) man I got it all planned, Diddy follow the game, (I'm here baby) im bad but not a boy I got a part of his name I'm hungry, I see you slippin and its off wit the chain yo head,harder than wood, then saw yo brain, a done, I mean what I say and I say what I mean, I eat, shit and sleep, yeah I lay wit them theme, Bad Boy were universal,(bad Boy) so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team,(holla)(Lets Go) Da Band,.. Da band(Da band) Fire,(2003) Fire, (too hot for t.v) too hot to hold in the head for all of this time, (too hot to hold in the head for all of this time) ha, ha, ha, ha, and my man Diddy the throne, so don't play wit the team |
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| 13. |
| 3:48 |
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Intro:Wyclef
Ya'll hear the guitars, Wyclef is in the building Puffy came to get me, I've officially made Da Band I'm a Rock Star! (Sara) Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Chorus (Sara) Do you know, where your goin to do you like the things that life is showing you What you gonna do Verse 1: (Chopper(Young City)) So where you from? (Babs) Where chicks rock Air Force Ones belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done So where you from? (Fred) Well they don't rock Air Force Ones We hit the block, at the spots holdin Air Force guns So where you from? (Ness) Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots Deuce Duece and my tube socks ichin the shoe So where you from? (Choppa (Young City)) Well Guirillas dont be messin wit cops You catch a case go on the run and still huggin the block (Babs) So what you do? (Chopper (Young City)) Big Ballin, Money Makin and Flossin Sean John, You know how we do it in New Orleans So what you doin? (Ness) When i'm doin , i'm doin it big i'm cockin it back the mack, crack-cracking your rib And what you doin? (Fred) Man, i'm mindin my biz, I'm tryin to feed my kid I can't starve dawg, I need my rib Yo what you doin? (Babs) Shutin broads down, believe me On my grind all night cuz your girl is greedy Chorus:(Sara) (Ness) All I know, somebody better have my money Cuz being broke as a joke, I don't find that funny (Babs) All I know, that chicks betta respect my gangsta I'm far from your mother, but I still will spank ya (Chopper( Young City)) All I know is this project livin is shhhh What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here (Fred) All I know, my flow, put me through betta doors And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley is a....errrrr (Sara) Please, don't give up (dylan: don't give up) On your life Ghetto child (dylan: ghetto child) It's alright (Dylan) See the sun will come out (All) Tomorrow (Dylan) Even though we grindin on in the ghetto But so it go and so it go When the sun come out to shine, I be so ready for dying-o Forgive me for my sins, but I still holdin my nine-o VIP lookin for another man to rob now Just another way to escape Rikkar's Island (Fred) I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a crew Without snatching you outta yours With that still on you (Chopper (Young City)) I'm gonne prove I'm a superstar Rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neal's You know who we are (Babs) I'm gonna prove it, that Babs is the best in the game So thugs hold on tight, like I'm snatchin your chain (Ness) And i'ma prove it, to the chicks that cold shouldered me And all the record labels that chose to look over me Ha, I ain't goin back to jail To a pack of oodles and noodles and a whack in my cell Dudes be cutting the yard, we rushin the guard We takin over, it's a riot, gun buttin the sarge All of my homies with wheels waiting foward to peel Oh it's all the way real, we peel, penitentiary still Chorus:(Sara) (Wyclef Jean talking) Bad Boy, Refugee camp Calabo, let's go (Babs) Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing (Chopper (Young City)) Chopper City straight outta New Orleans (Fred) The infamous Freddy Pee from the MIA (Sara) It's Sara Stokes with the Midwest Swing (Dylan) Dylan Dillengan, doin me tingg (Ness) E-Ness, that Philly cat, stickin niggas for bling (Sara) Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh |
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| 14. |
| 4:20 |
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""Hold Me Down""
(Babs) Yall niggas done met ya match Im somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back I bang dudes yeah they callin me wife beat My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me Chicks conceded then i give em my ice see Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me Sexy brown skin complexion Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see Babs bunny the blackjack queen of the week huh Im fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club for more we passin street flyers I been there VIP its a short night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight Im ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it im suckin up the rap game need it Thorough bread plus i stay weeded (Fred) Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s Every days an episode all because im episode Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin Never made a dime for rhyme yeah I make the people no my people dont beleive it though Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow So it must be those freaky po pos i hope They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song (Chopper) What you say Freddy P ya heard me Its all chopper city ya heard me Your little brother ya heard me I representin the band ya dig to the death New orleans the third wall i mack now yall Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya You know what im sayin we see them ninjas Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber You can try to stop me i will end ya Shit my killer instincts like cinder Im a bad boy you better make it Make it out fifty Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture (Ness) Hey yo choppa i dig you like a fuckin shark man You see its ness the enforcer from the band man We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog This is real its about to go down like this hey yo Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert eagles on me Call me a liar but the fires back Bad boy empire is where the fires at I got the sean john truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the wires tapped Ok this part of the deal Bounty huntas all on my heals Lookin for me huh so were in devilles I take the planes trains automobiles boats Overseas passport to brazil Travel with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it (Dylan) man im not even gonna try to figure that shit out |
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| 15. |
| 3:02 |
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And good evening (Yeah, good evening!)
It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!) Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork) Aka Mr. Central Pay Icon (I don't know about all that) Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!) Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright, hey hey hey) And we're here to talk to you all about hard work (Hard Work!) A lot of people want to be a part of the music business, (yeah I know I need some cash!) But we're here to tell you it takes a lot of hard work (yeah yeah, you gotta work hard) The first thing you have to do is get yourself a mentor, (Uh-huh, uh-huh!) Hope he has more hustle than Russell and Lyor (Russell or Lyor, Hey!) Just so happens mine has four-hundred million more (More!) You've seen the boy dance, there's more in store (More in store!) Never seen a record label platinum plaques this consistent (Consistent!) You know the president, now meet his assistant (Now meet his assistant!) Switch titles, just as persistent You got a demo, but my number ain't listed (It ain't listed, you can't find me) You better catch me when you see me in the streets, folks (Streets, folks) You know me when you see me, see me with my Tie-Bow Bow-Tie, and don't touch it, I ain't lying folks Oh, there goes Bentley going to Maybach for a transport Oh, there goes Bentley, he ain't driving, he's in the back folks (Yo where my glasses nigga, I told you he bought thirty spokes!) We gonna show you how to do this son! Chopper City, and Freddy Pee You know I'm shouting out to VP HP, Dylan the Dillenger (Stevie J and Dot track!) E. Ness, Babs, and don't sample Dofat! Miss Stokes sing a line chairman Diddy co-signed! Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son! (Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son! Word!) |
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| 16. |
| 4:31 |
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(Fred/Miami)
yea, this beat here was created in the hampas and dropped in manhattan, yea (Chopper/Young City) Bad Boys da label Dofats da man Chopper Citys yo nigga front wall wit 'em (na na na na) take it far wit' 'em (na na na na) put yo back against the wall wit 'em (na na na na) (Fred) Chopper city let em know (Chopper) man i believin in gettin rich or die tryin, niggas is tender-o and im a warrior like ninja stroke it ain't nothin i can show u how to pimp a hoe and if u want it u can get it nigga friend or foe i keeps that mac-nilly low itchy for somethin to crack so i can snap like whatchu drillin fo, shit i keeps it gutter man u know how i dos it im strikin caters by definition and stickin and movin whatchu know about shootouts for half an hours if u dont u niggas is jive and act as cowards u bout to witness city reach towards massive power boss man, i can get u niggas wacked in showers im well known for what i do, the feens call me captain powder if u want it u can call on chopper (chopper) fetty is something that yo boy desire i keep that metal thing-a-ma-jiggy the colors of copper, holla (Chorus(Chopper))2X I keeps it gangsta, You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow (Fred/Miami) i name haters cuz i fuel of they energy im in the same business as that motherfucker on the roof who shot Kennedy waitin for center sing, and see the glory of pain you know the story bout the boy wit' a name, he did thangs, like kill people and stole cain', the hood got 3 names life, death or entertain that settles the light, and them box is the d-word and the house by the lake with the yacht is the keyword fuck it the V-word, and she word Da Band, we word, gon p di-nner man we prolly gon flash when he hear these words but fuck it i love that nigga he the reason we hurr if it wasn't for him, id be livin to see dirrt now lil F.P. and me we see curbs pin 'em, fuck it the winters are tenda so we splurge when niggas who treat my like jerry and duce steword (Chorus(Chopper))2X I keeps it gangsta, You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow (Chopper/Young City) all i do is chill, blonde hoes with a sparklin grill smoke, stroke, grind and count dough by the mil, thats real i ride the wheels till they fall off say they still where they sawed off ready to blow her arm off Oh Lord, you dont want them problems we do im not that bad, so u know the boy bad news i bruise your crew then ride out then head to the hide-out i stay with the blinds out to clear they whole block out (Gunshot) (Fred/Miami) and now they said fred u need to chill im in them bad boys way before martin or will im somewhere, parked in the hills on the southside of germany, this where the game has earned me supportin my skills man them girls like freddy u need to stop how i came threw life grippin and made cleveland hot how they get 'em on the flo' and make 'em breath then stop like Q took it in the air and i bet she get in my drop (Chorus(Chopper))2X I keeps it gangsta, You can ask my niggas cuz they know, they know Im a hustler thats bout the bay soul, bay soul If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow (Chopper) now the south side ridde (Fred) c'mon c'mon look out (Chopper) huh now what u said freddy p uh |
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| 17. |
| 4:51 |
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(Sara)
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready (I'm so ready) On a steady pace for love Ready'and I'm ready'for love So do you boy'do you want a taste' (VERSE 1) What I see when I look at you A rugged dude, but a gentleman too With your hat tilted to the side I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes Rippled chest and how you dress I'm so impressed, can't get you off my mind I'm so excited, can't wait to be with you tonight (HOOK) So can we hook up around 8 so Try not to be late boy (It's on) I got so much in store for you Tell ya boys bye, it's about time Gonna make it hotter than July And make it worth your wait and I I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy' (CHORUS) When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready (Ready for love) On a steady pace for love (VERSE 2) Dim the lights, I turn my two-way off and close the door I'm in the mood for more Bring it here, I wanna take you there Ooh boy I swear no one compares (To this love) Love makin', breath takin', body shakin, no fakin' You're really somethin', can't wait to be with you again (HOOK) So can we hook up around 8 so Try not to be late boy (It's on) I got so much in store for you Tell ya boys bye, it's about time Gonna make it hotter than July And make it worth your wait and I I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy' (CHORUS) When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready (For love) On a steady pace for love (BRIDGE) No more waiting, contemplating 'Cuz I know it's love I'm so anxious to start makin' Goin' steady now Go 'head boy, tear it up (Ness) Look playa'I admit it was a game I played But now I see things different, girl you changed my ways You never know you got good fatetill it's gone Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on Listen'you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'cuz I Kept you hot and now it's somethin' official You kept a pistol in ya pocket but the government issue Look I'seen too much to tell you I miss you Or tell you I love you, all day kissin' and huggin' Listen'bottom line if I ain't wit you I'm fuckin' I never Fucked wit ya sister, never fucked wit ya cousin, no fussin' and fightin' Tonight, we under the covers tusslin' Paradise where the water is blue and grab a snack 'round a quarter to 2 Me and boo hoo'and I ain't gotta give you Extacy For you to wanna have sex wit me, that's my specialty (CHORUS 2x) When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready On a steady pace for love |
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| 18. |
| 1:04 |
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Big Shout out to little Fp
Bently Mr. Becklty HP, Whole Bad boys Staff, Diddy himself Dophat Tracy don't even ask the namous phil, ally john press nigger we Da Band baby, Bad boy newest generoution baby. Don't get it twiste this is not a game. My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes, Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa city, Dyan the jilinger, yall stay focus, this is not a game, Brooklyn stand the fuck up, MIA stand up, new orlens, long island, West indies, Michigan, philly, holla at your gurl. |
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