The Saga Continues (Explicit) - Diddy (吹牛老爹)/The Bad Boy Family

Yeah can you hear me? Yeah

There's certain things in life that you can stop

And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped

Let's go

And now for your bad Bad Boys

Starting at guard

Y'all niggaz still talkin'?

Oh, you got a little name little fame little fortune

What you have is a portion

'Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and

So you better use caution, knowin' I'm the boss and

I'm sittin' on pyramids, flossin'

I don't really gotta talk, son

I can get lost and sit back livin' off endorsements

I'm a pro, kid

Why you actin' like you don't really know, kid?

Any records I broke it

Through the fame and the stardom

Makin' my mark on Harlem like Poe did

I said, here's your eviction notice

But you probably already know this

I don't mean to be greedy

But turn on your TV, I picked up your CD, P D

This is gruesome

Niggaz always grab that mic

And salt like they really gon' do some'

What's wrong with you, son?

Oh, you got a new gun

Do you know how to use one?

Then you livin' an illusion, livin' in a used one

While I'm in The Limited, cruisin'

You ain't really got a crew, son

You givin' them amusement

F**k what your Comic Views meant

Youse a smoke head

I've been doin' this since this Pro-Ked

Broke breads with the coke heads

Been down, still I get around

Like a ni**a with broke legs on a moped

I said, "I'm a Top Gun like Gossett

Run and get your CD and cassette"

Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip

But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep

Why niggaz lie like that?

Know they ain't fly like that

Niggaz get fried like that

And you don't wanna die like that

Have your momma cryin' like that

Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin' like that

Still on the block and move pies like that

Never my life dealt with guys that rap

In fact, I leave a ni**a with his eyes all sad

Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up

Any ni**a that roll up, could get fold up

Body get ripped up and then sewed up

Every ni**a I f**ked with, niggaz is growed up

We don't play games, get on the stand and say names

All we do is cock back and spray planes

Give a f**k if ni**a hustle or gang bang

Ni**a try to use they muscle and fang fang

Keep frontin', I'ma put a crease in your jaw

Might catch me squeezin' the four

My ni**a, I go to war and if a ni**a want the raw

You still gotta come in the store

Y'all never had a run in before

With the likes of an outlaw

Predicate assassin', smashin'

Open sh*t, rig scope, focus it

Give niggaz what they 'posed to get

Oppose the clique, I send five close to six

Hood fellaz, that'll come close your sh*t

Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists

Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off

Fix your face, we back on the paper chase

Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place

F**k the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice

The breadwinner, three-six-five, I stay focused, ni**a

We'll never stop, we'll never stop

One of the greatest teams that ever lived

It's like in our blood

We gotta be born this way

Bad Boy, baby