(feat. P. Diddy, Miri Ben-Ari)
[Miri Ben-Ari plays violin - no vocal performance]
[P. Diddy]
Hehe, c'mon
As we proceed, to give you what you need
Muh'f**ers - I like this right here c'mon
Hit it
Bad Boy, we here now
We still ain't gon' stop, c'mon
[Verse One: P. Diddy]
Why do cats wanna hate on a boss, straight to Azor
Do petty sh** that a coward'll do
Cop little toys like I should be proud of you
I got 2, one platinum one powder blue
Cop cars while you still rentin
Tell time from the Chapard{?}, Frank Mueller{?} or Million Mill Clintons
Platinum Presidential, to keep it simple
Half of y'all couldn't get into what I get into
I know n***as pressed to stick me, that's why I pack Glocks
That hold shots, nuttin less than 50
n***as try they best to get me, I see you in the rearview
Switchin lanes tryin to get on same exits with me
Tryin to peep where I live at, where I sleep
Where my kids at, don't do that
I have fools with tools, where your kids go to school at
Where you break food, where you think everything cool at
Where you n***as get bricks at, take sh**s at
Count cash, take baths, f** your b**h at
Who you n***as tryin to stick up? I have lions with irons
To pick up, your b**h, when she pick her wig up
I know n***as wanna see me shot, lean to the left
In the drop, holdin my chest, wheezin for breath
Can't see me goin out on no meaningless d**h
Y'all wanna stick me let me see if y'all can get me now
[Chorus x2: scratches]
"I run this city" "who else but me" "the boss"
"Trust me" - "I'm a Bad Boy!"
"You you you rockin with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks"
[Verse Two: P. Diddy]
fu*k Y'ALL just don't wanna see me fly
YOU KILLED B.I.G., y'all n***as seen me cry
That ain't enough? Y'all wanna see me die?
What man say P.D. scared, he lied
Hate on me, cause I got the keys to the city
You wanna see me get Notorious without Biggie
See me without The L.O.X., say I ain't jiggy
See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty
Wanna dress in all black, ride what's mine?
Take my shine? Hate on the ball, straight 'til it's all?
Mad cause I got the total package and more
Faith in my sh**, y'all keep hatin my sh**
I'ma keep hittin y'all, in the face with these hits
I got the real Queen Bee, don't f** with my b**h
And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball
But you n***as still pray for my downfall
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: P. Diddy]
fu*k Y'ALL cause I'm bad and the boy get papers
Is it the looks, the wheels, the sk**s, the flavor?
House on the hill, hundred acres, no neighbors
You can't hate this 90's Lee Majors
I'm top pedigree, I show you what cheddar be
Auto-trey n***a as y'all DuPont registry
Gear I wear for whatever the weather be
Gators, the flavors, the colors my leathers be
You smile in my face but behind my back gossip
Plot sh**, wanna get me shot to the noggin
Have Justin cryin, who got my pop hit?
Lyin, tryin to tie me to that B.I.G. and 'Pac sh**
I can't, don't, and won't stop
And y'all, can't, so don't pop
I told y'all I got thugs on the payroll
Gotta lay low and get up in the an*l
[Chorus]