P. DIDDY - Bad Boy For Life lyrics

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    "Bad Boy For Life"(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
    
    [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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