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Let’s Get It – P. Diddy

(feat. G. Dep, Black Rob)
[Black Rob – almost mumbling]
Attack like a Rottweiler
But worse den a Rottweiler
Cause da Rottweiler soft

[G-Dep]
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready,
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya
Said I’d get cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y’all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it’s to get richer, I’d probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don’t miss it
Won’t reach out, and ya bet I won’t visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

[Chorus]
[G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]
Make this money
Take this money (Let’s get it)
Ain’t no way you can take this from me (Let’s get it)
Ain’t shit funny (uh)
Shake it honey (Let’s get it)
Take it money
Now let’s get it (Let’s get it)

[G-Dep]
Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet and Low it’s no Equal, front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookin
With the game when the soldiers shit
you came, thought that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why’s this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It’s a big chance, big pants, might guard him
with my man’s type cargo
Better learn quick, cause my clique don’t argue
You ain’t my crew, who are you? Beat it
‘Fore we take off make sure you all seated
Billboard read it believe it

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[Chorus]

[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I’m registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I’ma wreck the game til it say out of order
Put the high score up, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters,
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Estee Lauders
Call Puffy to order

[P-Diddy]
Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y’all Hulkin like Bruce did
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it’s no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
I got so many spots I don’t even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
If your girl keep coming around them I’m a blaze her
I’m the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
NOT GUILTY, plus I’m filthy, c’mon

[Chorus]

[Black Rob (Puffy)]
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can’t slay Rob
How many niggas done tried to play mob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I’m going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent “A” block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King’s queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(He ain’t do it) Now let’s get it (Let’s get it)

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[Chorus (x3)]

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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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