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Bad Boy For Life – P. Diddy

(feat. Black Rob, Mark Curry)
[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let’s do it [music starts]
Mmm, yeah, uhh..
Yeah, uhh.. c’mon

I’m the definition of, half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy – that’s whassup
After bucks, crush cruise after us
No gaze, we ain’t laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what change but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don’t worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
Who’s the boss? Dudes is lost
Don’t think cause I’m iced out, I’ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don’t feel me
that mean you can’t touch me, it’s ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain’t ever left
We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
It’s official, I survived what I been through
Y’all got drama, “The Saga Continues…”

[Chorus]
We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere
We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s Bad Boy for life
We ain’t, go-in nowhere, we ain’t, goin nowhere
We can’t be stopped now, cause it’s Bad Boy for life

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
I don’t play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the black don’t care eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I want this medication full of deranged eatin
For y’all to put the word out (c’mon, c’mon) we ain’t leavin
We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
Stay layin down on muscle games (c’mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
You got the wire, if not I ain’t sayin no more names
You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first
Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters [screeching] (yeah)
On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL’s or (yeah) Source’s (c’mon) bitch

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[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain’t shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that’s right)
See it’s a lot of them, but it’s more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That’s fo’ sho’, bottles that pop
Joints that rock, play the background
Hand ’em a jock, hold ’em a glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c’mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it’s me (they know ya shit)
Drop that beat, can’t believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy ’til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
It’s on like that (c’mon), don’t believe, we ain’t goin like that
For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
Every (what?) motherfuckers here!

[Chorus – 2X]

[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy.. we ain’t goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain’t goin nowhere.. we gon’ stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c’mon
We ain’t goin nowhere.. we gon’ stay right here
We ain’t goin nowhere.. we gon’ stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
Cause it’s Bad Boy for life!

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Blow a Check (Bad Boy Remix) [Feat. Zoey Dollaz & French Montana] – P. Diddy

Lirik lagu: Blow a Check (Bad Boy Remix) [Feat. Zoey Dollaz & French Montana]

[Puff Daddy:]
(We gon’ run, we gon’ run, we gon’ run, we gon’ run
Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
And it’s not that I’m not humble
Ayo, it’s that this is my gift of life
Getting this money, getting this money
Get that money
Get that money, go young nigga, go

[Zoe:]
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run

[Zoe:]
I’m just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell ’em come do it
All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it
Yeah, I’m just tryna pull up in a ‘vette
Hit the block, make ’em upset
I ain’t done yet
Girl, I’m on a cash route
Mo’fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I’m on a money mission, bitch
You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain’t with the bullshit, I’m tryng to make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny

[Zoe:]
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run

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[Puff Daddy:]
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
Money Makin’ Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let ’em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that’s why i got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it’s a bet, take this shit on a jet
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
I’m the king, king of talking shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, hashtag, three M’s
Nigga, money makin’ Mitch

[Zoe:]
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run

[French Montana:]
Runnin’ through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin’ through the paper like I’m Allen I
I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
Black rose generals when I hit the court
My niggas ballin’ like Fab Five final four
At the last supper tryna eat a fiest
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down
I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
You know that paper longer than chain smokin’
I’m running through the paper like Usain Bolt
I’m running through the paper way before the deal
Way before puff gave me all the mills

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[Zoe:]
I’m just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I’m just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I’m tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run

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Blast Off – P. Diddy

(feat. Mark Curry, G. Dep, Loon)
[G. Dep]
Yeah…
Yeah, me and my man’s and them
We gon’ blast off
Bad Boy nigga, and we don’t stop
Come on to the top, blast off
Yeah, yo

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they Jeeps, don’t sleep till they 6 feet deep
No ‘lax’ in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I’ma ride, keep smokin’
I keep smokin’ till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put ’em on injured reserve
And everybody know what’s golden, matter of fact platinum,
?mores trap to mold in?
Once I explode and I, burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin’ it’s stolen
Understand, the world’s in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt
Bitch play the front
And I’ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac
Cause yo, I’m about to blast off –

Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what’s the case
Aiyyo, I’ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I’ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain’t gon stop yo
Nigga, I’ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, uh
Who’s a nigga harder than me?
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin’ be
Damn, Curry ain’t the shit? Put the name in your mouth
Got it different? You ain’t on what you talkin’ about
Bustin’ off in her mouth, catch me
I’m feelin’ for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to ?manhand’? it’s real as it get
Feelin’ my shit, straight through the cealin’ with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a ‘zil’
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill
Heat, got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin’ guns bust, BLAOW
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace
Bitch, I’m about to-

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[G. Dep]
Blast off, yo I get it poppin’
When I rock, yo it’s non-stoppin’
Yo, I’m about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know
Aiyyo, I’m about to blast off
Bottles gon’ pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I’m about to blast off
Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot

[Loon]
Aiyyo son, I’m about to blast off, like an astronaut
Niggas don’t wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don’t wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop – motherfuckers
Niggas know me, Loon’s a gunslinger
Fuck fightin’ a nigga, I’m usin’ one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the ‘Humdinger’
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I’d rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court
We gettin’ bread in New York, ain’t better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But, I think it’s best you go ‘head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I’m about to-

[G. Dep]
Blast off-
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what’s the case
Aiyyo, I’ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I’ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain’t gon stop yo
Nigga, I’ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

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Workin (Feat. Travis Scott & Big Sean) – P. Diddy

Lirik lagu: Workin (Feat. Travis Scott & Big Sean)

[Intro]
Then you get another chance tomorrow, I don’t hustle like that. I hustle like this. There’s not a second left. You know there’s tomorrow, I’m hustlin’ like there’s only one more second left of this hustle

[Hook]
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t, workin’

[Verse 1]
Can’t you see I’m on the phone
Don’t, don’t be comin’ over here with shit when I’m (workin’)
Call me Mr Combs, and I’m 9 digit strong
Niggas hating on me but it’s not (workin’)
When I was 19, I walked in the house
And I told my momma she could stop (workin’)
When you niggas used to beatbox on the block
Big and D-Rock, they was gettin’ that (work in)
Then I linked up with some niggas from my hood
Who was know for puttin’ that (work in)
And if your record ain’t have it (like that, like that)
Nah, then your song, then your song wasn’t (workin’)
Ran into this young jawn, tell her come home
She asked for a check I said, “Bitch is you (workin’)
Now everytime she call I don’t even pick up
I just hit her with the text like

[Hook]
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
(Yeah put your hands together)
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
(Yeah, I ain’t finished, I ain’t finished)
Don’t, workin’

[Verse 2]
I do this shit for B.I.G
So if you don’t like me fuck you in the building, you (workin’)
If you see us in the club with C�®roc by the tub
We ain’t had fun, we (workin’)
In the DJ booth like an independent group like
“Look, this a record we (workin’)”
Play this shit a hundred times
If you don’t we gon’ be in here every single night that you (workin’)
Shout out to my people with a job
I hope you don’t fall asleep tomorrow when you (workin’)
I was mackin’ on this chick, my partner tapped me on the back
I turned around like “Nigga can’t you see me, (workin’)”
She a waitress or a stripper
If it’s past midnight and she tell you she’s (workin’)
And we hustle before we can play
So even on Memorial Day, my nigga

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[Hook]
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’
Don’t, don’t bother me, I’m workin’ (work)
Don’t bother me, I’m workin’ (work)

[Outro]
If you gon’ get this money , you gon’ have to get out and get it man. Ain’t nobody gon’ give it shit, feel me? God sent me here to inspire you, you understand? Ay I ain’t about that motherfuckin’ talk, I’m about that walk baby. I gets busy, we get this money over here

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