Karaoké The Saga Continues Diddy & the Bad Boy Family

Y'all niggas 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 or pick up your CD PD

Is gruesome niggas always grab that mic and salt like they really gonna 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 fuck what your comic views meant

You's a smoke head

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

Broke breads with the cokeheads been down still

I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped

I said I'm a top gun like Gossett

Run and get your

CD and cass-ette

Gossip lotta niggas got lip but they ain't got hot yet 'till they got Dep

Why niggas lie like that? know they ain't fly like that

Niggas 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 nigga with his eyes all sad

Swoll up y'all niggas better hold up

Any nigga that roll up could get fold up

Body get ripped up and then sewed up

Every nigga I fucked with niggas 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 fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang

Nigga try to use they muscle and bang bang

Frontin' I'ma put a crease in your jaw

Might catch me squeezin' the four

My nigga I go to war and if a nigga 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 shit rig scope focus it give niggas what they 'posed to get shit

Oppose the clique I send five close to six

Hoodfellas that'll come close your shit

Niggas 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

Fuck the fake bogus niggas that ain't notice

The breadwinner three-six-five

I stay focused nigga

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