Da Band

-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

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!)

[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!

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

(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

""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

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.

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

(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.....)

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)

(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

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

(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

(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

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

(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)

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

Out and about
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

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