P Diddy On Top Lyrics

On Top Lyrics

Yeah [3x]



[Loon]

Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor,
outdoor

Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right)

It's
Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right)

Step in the room
see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right)

I fuck with niggas but it's
something about y'all (uh huh)

Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all
(c'mon)

I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah)

See how it
feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right)

I been doin it, coke
I been movin it

Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with
it

Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness

Frontin like
you a hardware usin bitch

You hit the block, prolly lose your
whip

Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your
crucifix

Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh
huh)

So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit



[Chorus ­
Marsha ­ 2x]

See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)

Too
slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)

Don't stop, what we gone
too far (yeah)

Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)



[P.
Diddy]

Let's get, one thing clear (that's right)

Still the same cat who
put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)

Still the same cat who let the BIG rock
with Tony (yeah)

Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)

Still got niggas
wilin out on the floor (let's go)

Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on
(yeah)

Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)

Still
humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)

Still hate war, still want
peace

And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin

y'all still sleepin
and we still eatin

Still bring that heat, wilin out on the
weekends

Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's
right)

Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)

Still pack the
garden like Adam did Eve ‘n (yeah)

I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave
your girlfriend freakin

Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like
that)

(C'mon)

(Let's go)



[Chorus ­
2x]



[Loon]

Aiyo, besides all the money and riches

Videos and
pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)

But not me, I'm too
cocky

I love when the women scream “Hey Papi� (that's right)

I love
when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)

And I love when a playa-hata
try to knock me (yeah)

Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop
me

You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top
me



[P. Diddy]

Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's
right)

Son we multiply, nigga we don't die

Niggas frontin like we ain't
fly (say what)

But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)

Or
we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)

The judge said “not
guilty� and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)

Niggas need a hit it's to me they
cry (c'mon)

So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live
(yeah)



C'mon, man (let's go)



[Chorus ­
4x]



[Marsha]

We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money
makers

No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't
goin)

They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)

No, we got some, real
niggas, real blingas, real money makers

No play, Bad Boys on top

They
won't stop