[P. Diddy)

Uhh, yeah, you know what it is



[Black Rob]

Aiyyo, back on the scene

Ain't nuthin' changed

Still doin' wild things

Whippin' something mean

The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off

For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour

When we hit the sick, I'm the cure

We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor

Ain't nobody botherin' you

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you

Immigration always sayin' I'm harboring a few

Illegal aliens

Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans

The top story, evening news

I'm the shit, they been decieving you

Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville

Shoot to kill

Ask niggas, Duke is real

Stay lookin' for the loot to steal

He determined

Don't try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin'

I want my glory

Duke is not a joke, and I ain't got ?

Everytime I grab the mic it's with the sole intent

To rip shots and give you 2OO percent

Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt

Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp

Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers

Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs

That's cause my dawgs ain't there



Chorus: x2

The more hits we make, more money to burn

The more fame we get, niggas get concerned

It don't matter who's hot, who's out

Bad Boy is Back For Good Now



[Loon]

Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane

Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain

M-I-A

Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees

Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin' but cheese

Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze

Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens

So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please

I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans

I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me

Pop bottles, models, be all on me

You all gon' see how it's all gon' be

Front on me and see where you all gon' be

Six feet deep

When the heat seek, niggas be misty

From 155th to 11Oth Street

Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now?



Chorus x2



[P. Diddy]

See this is the part I like right here

I like when I see everybody on the dance floor

Yeah, I see y'all, just shakin' your asses

C'mon, hold on, I need to break it down

Yeah

One time like this



Now would you clap your hands

Your hands you clap

If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped

Niggas keep thinkin' Diddy ain't on it like that

But you never see me standing on the corner like that

Cause, I'm talented, yes I'm gifted

Never boosted, never shoplifted

Forget get the cash, the money ain't nuthin'

Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain't frontin'

I rock Sean John everyday

Boutiques from France to the USA

And I make all the chips off the hits I invent

So it really doesn't matter how much I spent

Cause, I'm droppin' hits

Daily

You burn me?

Really?

Think Bad Boy been played a million times

And I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes

Damn, we still payed!



We still payed!

Yeah, we got it made!



[Loon]

Aiyyo, this game ain't stoppin'

We champagne poppin'

Girl, I got shit that your man ain't coppin'

You could hop in when your man ain't watchin'

Give you one option, temperature's droppin'

Gettin' cold, control your soul when I'm locked in

You the type of chick that fold when you boxed in

Signals my watch and givin' you more reasons to hop in

This is a Bentley, not a Datsun

Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not him

Your man got a lot to learn

But you could leave with the cat if you that concerned

One day you gon' actually learn

But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to burn

I stay on my J-O-B

Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. R-O-B



[P. Diddy]

The fam baby, Bad Boy



Chorus x4



[P. Diddy]

Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that been down with us

From day one

Shakin' them asses on the dance floor

That's all we're tryin' to do

Mo' money, no mo' problems

2OO1, Bad Boy forever