The Saga Continues Lyrics

The Saga Continues

{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background..
better known to
some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music}

[P. Diddy]
Yeah can
you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in life that you can stop
and
there's certain things in life that can't be stopped
Let's go..

"And
now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
Starting at guard.."

[P.
Diddy]
Y'all niggaz 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, P.D.

[G.
Dep]
This is gruesome
Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they
really gon' 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
Youse a
smokehead
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 niggaz got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til
they got Dep

[Loon]
Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly
like that
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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, niggaz 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 fang fang

[Black
Rob]
Keep 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
niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the clique, I send five close to
six
Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit
Niggaz 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 niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner,
three-six-five I stay focused nigga

[P. Diddy]
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