Bad Boy For Life (remix)(feat Busta Rhymes And Mop Lyrics

Bad Boy For Life (remix)(feat Busta Rhymes And Mop lyrics

[Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)]

 Stick 'em up!

 As we proceed

 Stick em up motherfuckers!

 To give you what you need

 Put your hands in the air

 It's star time (Bring the fire along, c'mon)

 We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon) 

 It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)

 Motherfuckers

 Yeah, c'mon

 

 [P. Diddy]

 I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know

 I stack heavy doe, sell out every show

 It'll never die, we live

 And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)

 Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip

 We, runnin strips while y'all runnin lips

 Haters wanna stop my lute

 They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits

 P.D. increase the heat in ya streets

 Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat

 My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder

 Got a lot like its '97 all over

 You know what I came to do; change the rules

 Even when I stand still I'm makin moves

 I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in

 P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 Throw your hands up in the air now

 We're gonna hit you with the heat

 For the streets

 Throw your hands up in the air now

 We won't stop

 It's Bad Boy For Life

 

 [Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]

 M.O.P.!

 Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block

 Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs

 (Yo, is that who I think it is?)

 You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin

 Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto

 But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos

 (It's Lil' Fame and them!)

 Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville

 We still bangin 'em!

 Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

 

 [Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]

 Sound the alarm

 It's the First Family and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)

 Nuke those justice, it's the worlds, famous, fast Caress' street

 Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street

 To make our music loud and stomp over beats

 Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!

 Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Niggas put a hundred grand up

 Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up

 Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit it, nigga

 I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga

 More rugged nigga, heat for the track

 I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back

 Now let me add a couple G's to the stack

 I know we got you dumb and how we put this together 

 And run when you didn't even see it coming

 Back the fire armor and pop your car

 Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar

 We be them zero tolerance niggas

 I'll turn on your ass, bitch

 And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch

 Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat

 With cycles with lyrics right from the street

 I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"

 Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 

 [Thanks to  latina_gurl420@yahoo.com  for these lyrics]