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