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girls Who gon twerk dog keep yo phone on Round eight I'm a call we gon click up Drop it off in these broads draws They only want to see a hot boy Break
Mack (Puff Daddy in the background) [That's right] Just move it on down And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy] Haa! We just vibe to the beat
I had pizza in the club Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime Billie Jean the goddamn boy
Club" is more than gear I don't wear it 'cause Pharrell I wear it 'cause I'm fo' real "I see dead people" I see Benjamins And a billion other "big head
: [Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out
it again And again and again and again And again and again and again Won't stop, it can't stop Won't stop, can't stop [Mase] Double Up, Bad Boy Double
nine from down dere yes sir. See ya know it's cool we got a system army See ya don't know man no ghetto youth, see? Street boy original, see? Yeah, and
broken glass And as we point our fingers we turn our backs We can't accept each other and that's a matter of fact Indoctrinated you since you were a boy
, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie Whats really real is you feelin me nigga That Hot Boy shit
By the way, I think you lost Trust me when I tell you boy That God is on our side Even jesus cheers us on Against the other side - against the other
another kid I wanna do it til my face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
since New Orleans I've been comin' through Queens Coppin' weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy
a kid offended mine, you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy Hot shit will burn and blister you boy We manifest through tape decks
runnin' it With the hatchet on the back While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac We say fuck that, matter of fact You tainted our style bitch boy
-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
Rocafella's the army kid Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep