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Title: P. Diddy badboyforlife
Description: P. Diddy and the badboyfamiliy with snoop dogg, ice cube, ben stiller, lil romeo, shaquille o neal!! and more Best song!
Description: P. Diddy and the badboyfamiliy with snoop dogg, ice cube, ben stiller, lil romeo, shaquille o neal!! and more Best song!
Title: G-Dep ft. P. Diddy and Black Rob - Lets Get It
Description: Album: Child of the Ghetto (2001) http://www.myspace.com/thereturnofgdep Lyrics: G-Dep - Let's Get It lyrics [Black Rob] [Mumbling] [G-Dep] Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it, Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen [Chorus] [G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)] Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit, When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants, Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it [Chorus] [G-Dep] Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water, I'm break this game till it say out of order [ Let's Get It lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters, Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order [P-Diddy] Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia, If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY Plus I'm filthy C'mon [Chorus] [Black Rob (Puffy)] I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in their channel with the opposite handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing You the only one who gets played for bling, bling I represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) [Chorus x3] Biography G. Dep joined the Bad Boy family during the rebuilding years following the Notorious B.I.G.'s death in the late '90s. Hailing from the same Harlem streets of fellow Bad Boy rapper Black Rob, Dep, aka the Deputy, first appeared on Rob's 1999 debut album and subsequently continued to make cameos with other Bad Boy artists. Following Puff Daddy's conversion to P. Diddy, Bad Boy entered its Saga Continues era, beginning with Diddy's album of the same name. Dep played an important role in this Bad Boy era, being second only to Black Rob as Diddy's right-hand man. Dep's debut album, Child of the Ghetto, appeared in late 2001, featuring "Let's Get It," one of the better songs on the previously released Saga Continues, along with the lead single "Special Delivery." Child of the Ghetto, like most Bad Boy album releases of the time, didn't make a lasting impression, however, and Dep fell by the wayside. He eventually resurfaced in 2007 on Bad Boy, an independently released album also featuring Loon, another Bad Boy casualty. ~ Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide
Description: Album: Child of the Ghetto (2001) http://www.myspace.com/thereturnofgdep Lyrics: G-Dep - Let's Get It lyrics [Black Rob] [Mumbling] [G-Dep] Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it, Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen [Chorus] [G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)] Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit, When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants, Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it [Chorus] [G-Dep] Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water, I'm break this game till it say out of order [ Let's Get It lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters, Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order [P-Diddy] Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia, If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY Plus I'm filthy C'mon [Chorus] [Black Rob (Puffy)] I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in their channel with the opposite handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing You the only one who gets played for bling, bling I represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) [Chorus x3] Biography G. Dep joined the Bad Boy family during the rebuilding years following the Notorious B.I.G.'s death in the late '90s. Hailing from the same Harlem streets of fellow Bad Boy rapper Black Rob, Dep, aka the Deputy, first appeared on Rob's 1999 debut album and subsequently continued to make cameos with other Bad Boy artists. Following Puff Daddy's conversion to P. Diddy, Bad Boy entered its Saga Continues era, beginning with Diddy's album of the same name. Dep played an important role in this Bad Boy era, being second only to Black Rob as Diddy's right-hand man. Dep's debut album, Child of the Ghetto, appeared in late 2001, featuring "Let's Get It," one of the better songs on the previously released Saga Continues, along with the lead single "Special Delivery." Child of the Ghetto, like most Bad Boy album releases of the time, didn't make a lasting impression, however, and Dep fell by the wayside. He eventually resurfaced in 2007 on Bad Boy, an independently released album also featuring Loon, another Bad Boy casualty. ~ Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide
Title: Cheri Dennis Interview- BAD BOYS "GODDESS"
Description: Cheri Dennis was born in 1980 in the Edenwald projects of Cleveland, Ohio. She grew up in Shaker Heights, Ohio and was initially a member of a group named Spoiled. When the group broke up, Dennis left Shaker Heights and moved to New York where she began her recording career. Dennis first appeared on the Mase tracks "No Matter What", "All I Ever Wanted" and "If You Want to Party" from his album Double Up (1999), after running into Diddy during a party in New York. After appearing briefly on Puff Daddy's Forever album ("Is This the End? (Pt. 2)") also in 1999, in 2001 she reappeared signed to Bad Boy Entertainment with her first solo track "So Complete" from the P. Diddy and The Bad Boy Family album "The Saga Continues...". Afterwards she was heard on several mixtapes, before finally releasing her first single, the Ryan Leslie produced track "I Love You", in fall 2005. The single has peaked at #38 on Billboard's Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks so far, a video was filmed in March and premiered on 106 and Park on May 1, 2006. The second single is Portrait of Love. Her song "Oh La La" was originally used as an Opener for Making The Band 3, Which suggested that the final band recorded the song. The girls often referred to the song in competitions. Her debut album, which was originally self-titled, was scheduled to be released June 13, 2006, but got pushed back to August 8, then to October, then January 2007, then to an undetermined date. In a recent Sohh.com column, Dennis stated that the label delays were simply due to label politics as well as image conflict, and the album was still a go. The album in question, now titled In and Out of Love, is set to hit stores Fall 2007. The album was recently pushed back to February 2008.[1] Recently, a track of hers called "All I Wanna Do" premiered on Diddy's myspace page. You can listen to it here. Another song, titled "Portrait of Love" which features Yung Joc and Boyz N Da Hood member Gorilla Zoe leaked onto the internet.
Description: Cheri Dennis was born in 1980 in the Edenwald projects of Cleveland, Ohio. She grew up in Shaker Heights, Ohio and was initially a member of a group named Spoiled. When the group broke up, Dennis left Shaker Heights and moved to New York where she began her recording career. Dennis first appeared on the Mase tracks "No Matter What", "All I Ever Wanted" and "If You Want to Party" from his album Double Up (1999), after running into Diddy during a party in New York. After appearing briefly on Puff Daddy's Forever album ("Is This the End? (Pt. 2)") also in 1999, in 2001 she reappeared signed to Bad Boy Entertainment with her first solo track "So Complete" from the P. Diddy and The Bad Boy Family album "The Saga Continues...". Afterwards she was heard on several mixtapes, before finally releasing her first single, the Ryan Leslie produced track "I Love You", in fall 2005. The single has peaked at #38 on Billboard's Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks so far, a video was filmed in March and premiered on 106 and Park on May 1, 2006. The second single is Portrait of Love. Her song "Oh La La" was originally used as an Opener for Making The Band 3, Which suggested that the final band recorded the song. The girls often referred to the song in competitions. Her debut album, which was originally self-titled, was scheduled to be released June 13, 2006, but got pushed back to August 8, then to October, then January 2007, then to an undetermined date. In a recent Sohh.com column, Dennis stated that the label delays were simply due to label politics as well as image conflict, and the album was still a go. The album in question, now titled In and Out of Love, is set to hit stores Fall 2007. The album was recently pushed back to February 2008.[1] Recently, a track of hers called "All I Wanna Do" premiered on Diddy's myspace page. You can listen to it here. Another song, titled "Portrait of Love" which features Yung Joc and Boyz N Da Hood member Gorilla Zoe leaked onto the internet.
Title: P.Diddy Blog #8: Black Super Hero Hancock Will Smith
Description: Download music for free (Hancock music by K.E. The Godfather featuring C.A. Lis~N~Close Records & Entertainment Much luv to P.Diddy and The Bad Boy Family we got ya back playa.) Song name is called (Club Drama)you can download this song at either: http://www.myspace.com/kethegodfather http://www.myspace.com/lisnclosernb http://www.myspace.com/lisncloserecordsnentertainment or www.myspace.com/ke_thegodfather
Description: Download music for free (Hancock music by K.E. The Godfather featuring C.A. Lis~N~Close Records & Entertainment Much luv to P.Diddy and The Bad Boy Family we got ya back playa.) Song name is called (Club Drama)you can download this song at either: http://www.myspace.com/kethegodfather http://www.myspace.com/lisnclosernb http://www.myspace.com/lisncloserecordsnentertainment or www.myspace.com/ke_thegodfather
Title: P. Diddy - "Diddy"
Description: P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family - Bad Boy Records
Description: P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family - Bad Boy Records
Title: Faith Evans ft. Carl Thomas - Can't believe ( emotional )
Description: P.Diddy and family, album: The Saga continues ...
Description: P.Diddy and family, album: The Saga continues ...
Title: Gospel House: Episode 19
Description: Music, Ministry, & More... Videos by Dawkins and Dawkins featuring T-Bone, P. Diddy's Bad Boy Family, and Gospel Gangstaz.
Description: Music, Ministry, & More... Videos by Dawkins and Dawkins featuring T-Bone, P. Diddy's Bad Boy Family, and Gospel Gangstaz.
Title: Nelson (Bad Boy) - 50 On It
Description: Nelson The Prince of Bad Boy His talent and performance are in the company of Alicia Keys and John Mayer. His instruments of choice are lyric, melody, and acoustic guitar. This twenty-year old native of the Bronx, New York and one of P. Diddy's newest signings continues the legacy of great performing artists. "He's prolific...way beyond his years," Mark Pitts, President of Urban Music, Zomba Music Group. Nelson's formative years were a continuum of new continents, schools, and friends. Touring the world with his military family, singing and songwriting became the only constant in his life. Described as a music prodigy and influenced by the likes of Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, and a family of musicians, Nelson began pursuing his dream at an early age. He got his break at age seventeen when he auditioned for multi-platinum selling songwriter/producer Charles Farrar (Boyz 2 Men, Tyrese) at the world famous Sony Recording Studios in New York. Farrar signed him to his Virus Entertainment label and spent the next year polishing him into a teen superstar. The combination landed Nelson and Virus Entertainment a recording/production deal with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs legendary record company, Bad Boy Entertainment. Nelson is currently working on his debut CD with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs, Ryan Leslie, Raphael Saadiq, and Charles Farrar. His manager, Graffiti Writers LLC Exec Bobby Kennedy shares plans to introduce Nelson to music fans in a very informal way, "Nelson will be performing a unique acoustic set at intimate venues around the world from now until his 2008 record release". Nelson has performed to great reviews from S.O.B's and Spotlight Live in New York City to his live acoustic sets at the Sundance Film Festival and VH1 Save the Music Event in Beverly Hills. Sylvia Rhone, President of Motown Universal, "His tone is incredible." Jason Flom, Chairman/CEO of Virgin Records U.S., "See you at the Grammy's." Nelsons talent, performance, and broad appeal has also lead to a global sponsorship from the Gibson Guitar Company and a tour throughout Germany with Berlin's urban radio station Jam-FM. Nelson's boyish charm and mature soul is nothing short of engaging. His lyrics and melodies will inspire past, present, and future generations to come. Look for the young prince to be everywhere music lives.
Description: Nelson The Prince of Bad Boy His talent and performance are in the company of Alicia Keys and John Mayer. His instruments of choice are lyric, melody, and acoustic guitar. This twenty-year old native of the Bronx, New York and one of P. Diddy's newest signings continues the legacy of great performing artists. "He's prolific...way beyond his years," Mark Pitts, President of Urban Music, Zomba Music Group. Nelson's formative years were a continuum of new continents, schools, and friends. Touring the world with his military family, singing and songwriting became the only constant in his life. Described as a music prodigy and influenced by the likes of Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, and a family of musicians, Nelson began pursuing his dream at an early age. He got his break at age seventeen when he auditioned for multi-platinum selling songwriter/producer Charles Farrar (Boyz 2 Men, Tyrese) at the world famous Sony Recording Studios in New York. Farrar signed him to his Virus Entertainment label and spent the next year polishing him into a teen superstar. The combination landed Nelson and Virus Entertainment a recording/production deal with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs legendary record company, Bad Boy Entertainment. Nelson is currently working on his debut CD with Sean "P. Diddy" Combs, Ryan Leslie, Raphael Saadiq, and Charles Farrar. His manager, Graffiti Writers LLC Exec Bobby Kennedy shares plans to introduce Nelson to music fans in a very informal way, "Nelson will be performing a unique acoustic set at intimate venues around the world from now until his 2008 record release". Nelson has performed to great reviews from S.O.B's and Spotlight Live in New York City to his live acoustic sets at the Sundance Film Festival and VH1 Save the Music Event in Beverly Hills. Sylvia Rhone, President of Motown Universal, "His tone is incredible." Jason Flom, Chairman/CEO of Virgin Records U.S., "See you at the Grammy's." Nelsons talent, performance, and broad appeal has also lead to a global sponsorship from the Gibson Guitar Company and a tour throughout Germany with Berlin's urban radio station Jam-FM. Nelson's boyish charm and mature soul is nothing short of engaging. His lyrics and melodies will inspire past, present, and future generations to come. Look for the young prince to be everywhere music lives.
Title: P. Diddy - 'It's All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix)
Description: It's All About The Benjamins (Rock Remix) lyrics (feat. Lil' Kim, The Lox, Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)] I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle [Verse Three: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Interlude:] Puff Daddy C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 4X] It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)] Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you [Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) [Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What?? [Outro: Puff Daddy] It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 8X]
Description: It's All About The Benjamins (Rock Remix) lyrics (feat. Lil' Kim, The Lox, Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)] I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle [Verse Three: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Interlude:] Puff Daddy C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 4X] It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)] Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you [Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) [Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What?? [Outro: Puff Daddy] It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 8X]
Title: Deca 2nd To None - Part 1 of 6 (High Quality)
Description: Deca's second video probes into the depths of technical street skating. It contains sections from Marcus McBride, Luis Cruz, and Daewon Song among others, and is primarily shot in the Deca warehouse, which is a maze of high shelving, intense gaps, and forklift-aided obstacles. You'll hear mostly rap and hip-hop-esq tracks for the duration of the video, which lasts an adequate forty minutes or so. Music= Sol The Boxcar Outkast B.O.B. LL Cool J Rock The Bells BS 2000 N.Y. Is Good Vangelis Chariots of Fire N.W.A. Straight Outta Compton DJ Q-Bert Cosmic Assassins Tha Liks Promote Violins Awol One & Daddy Kev Rhythm Michael Jackson Thriller Linkin Park Cure For The Itch P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family The Saga Continues Chaka Khan Ain't Nobody S.E.X. Appeal Kids in America Duran Duran Wild Boys
Description: Deca's second video probes into the depths of technical street skating. It contains sections from Marcus McBride, Luis Cruz, and Daewon Song among others, and is primarily shot in the Deca warehouse, which is a maze of high shelving, intense gaps, and forklift-aided obstacles. You'll hear mostly rap and hip-hop-esq tracks for the duration of the video, which lasts an adequate forty minutes or so. Music= Sol The Boxcar Outkast B.O.B. LL Cool J Rock The Bells BS 2000 N.Y. Is Good Vangelis Chariots of Fire N.W.A. Straight Outta Compton DJ Q-Bert Cosmic Assassins Tha Liks Promote Violins Awol One & Daddy Kev Rhythm Michael Jackson Thriller Linkin Park Cure For The Itch P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family The Saga Continues Chaka Khan Ain't Nobody S.E.X. Appeal Kids in America Duran Duran Wild Boys
Title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Everyday Struggle
Description: **If you have any suggestions for a song, please send me a message!** Lyrics (**It's from weebl15**): I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the loosers mad buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink tangerate So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62's 'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my moms hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock-19 four casket and flower moves Four drunks trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, the cock me a brick Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult That I caught in Bridge Port, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand 'Cause man I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two Tecs, he tote Two Tecs And when he smoke the boss He likes to ask who's next? I got my honey on the Amtrack With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hun to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed At last so I really really lounging Black Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks Had to read up see what's up with my peeps Toyota dealer car 'n' had it cheap on the jeeps See who got smoked but rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call It couldn't hit me harder We got infotrated Like lino wa' the car I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her where she hit the bricks I make the hooker rich Conspiracy should be home in three Untill then I look south for the home family A true G got speed blowing like a bubble, In the everyday struggle I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now Trick 'er little dope buying young girls fringes Dealing with the dope fiend binges Seeing syringes in the veins Hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet Can't bag yet because's still wet But when I dry back in five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashing line I had to burst in the third Rehearse that's my word Thinking the game Ds knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared Yo they gotta eight I gotta tec with air holes That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle
Description: **If you have any suggestions for a song, please send me a message!** Lyrics (**It's from weebl15**): I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the loosers mad buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink tangerate So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62's 'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my moms hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock-19 four casket and flower moves Four drunks trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, the cock me a brick Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult That I caught in Bridge Port, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand 'Cause man I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two Tecs, he tote Two Tecs And when he smoke the boss He likes to ask who's next? I got my honey on the Amtrack With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hun to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed At last so I really really lounging Black Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks Had to read up see what's up with my peeps Toyota dealer car 'n' had it cheap on the jeeps See who got smoked but rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call It couldn't hit me harder We got infotrated Like lino wa' the car I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her where she hit the bricks I make the hooker rich Conspiracy should be home in three Untill then I look south for the home family A true G got speed blowing like a bubble, In the everyday struggle I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now Trick 'er little dope buying young girls fringes Dealing with the dope fiend binges Seeing syringes in the veins Hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet Can't bag yet because's still wet But when I dry back in five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashing line I had to burst in the third Rehearse that's my word Thinking the game Ds knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared Yo they gotta eight I gotta tec with air holes That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker I don't wanna live no' mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug in juggle, another day another struggle
Title: Deca 2nd To None - Part 6 of 6 (High Quality)
Description: Deca's second video probes into the depths of technical street skating. It contains sections from Marcus McBride, Luis Cruz, and Daewon Song among others, and is primarily shot in the Deca warehouse, which is a maze of high shelving, intense gaps, and forklift-aided obstacles. You'll hear mostly rap and hip-hop-esq tracks for the duration of the video, which lasts an adequate forty minutes or so. Music= Sol The Boxcar Outkast B.O.B. LL Cool J Rock The Bells BS 2000 N.Y. Is Good Vangelis Chariots of Fire N.W.A. Straight Outta Compton DJ Q-Bert Cosmic Assassins Tha Liks Promote Violins Awol One & Daddy Kev Rhythm Michael Jackson Thriller Linkin Park Cure For The Itch P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family The Saga Continues Chaka Khan Ain't Nobody S.E.X. Appeal Kids in America Duran Duran Wild Boys
Description: Deca's second video probes into the depths of technical street skating. It contains sections from Marcus McBride, Luis Cruz, and Daewon Song among others, and is primarily shot in the Deca warehouse, which is a maze of high shelving, intense gaps, and forklift-aided obstacles. You'll hear mostly rap and hip-hop-esq tracks for the duration of the video, which lasts an adequate forty minutes or so. Music= Sol The Boxcar Outkast B.O.B. LL Cool J Rock The Bells BS 2000 N.Y. Is Good Vangelis Chariots of Fire N.W.A. Straight Outta Compton DJ Q-Bert Cosmic Assassins Tha Liks Promote Violins Awol One & Daddy Kev Rhythm Michael Jackson Thriller Linkin Park Cure For The Itch P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family The Saga Continues Chaka Khan Ain't Nobody S.E.X. Appeal Kids in America Duran Duran Wild Boys
Title: Mase - Lookin' At Me
Description: Album: Harlem World (1997) Mase - Lookin' At Me Lyrics (feat. Puff Daddy) [Puff Daddy] Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like? (Why you over there lookin' at me) I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club (Why you over there lookin' at me) And I'm with my honey (Why you over there lookin' at me) You got, you know, the haters They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden [1] - Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here [Repeat 1 while:] Hit you with the ice grill, you know Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you Little do they know, your girl roll harder than Some of yo niggas Dig? [Mase] Now what the hell is you lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let my pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as I score? Can't my car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? I was murder P. Diddy name me pretty Did it for the money, now can you get with me? People wanna know who is he, he get busy Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy Niggas on the block know Mase motto One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough 98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe [Repeat 1] [Mase] Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me Cuz on the real, look at me Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone Why you don't like me? Cuz I'm mad fly and icy? And why you can't satisfy yo wifey And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure CD, TV's, really would I know ya Now me and blink float in the gold Rover So it's only right you get the cold shoulder And if you got a girl, don't be real committed Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) We don't stop [Mase] We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy I rent scooters, I'm with my family Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy But get approached by a girl named Tammy Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami But say, since some her peeps call her Candy Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties? Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties? Please, tell me something that I don't know Like if we have sex, you don't want dough And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10 I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me [Repeat 1 until fade]
Description: Album: Harlem World (1997) Mase - Lookin' At Me Lyrics (feat. Puff Daddy) [Puff Daddy] Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like? (Why you over there lookin' at me) I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club (Why you over there lookin' at me) And I'm with my honey (Why you over there lookin' at me) You got, you know, the haters They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden [1] - Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here [Repeat 1 while:] Hit you with the ice grill, you know Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you Little do they know, your girl roll harder than Some of yo niggas Dig? [Mase] Now what the hell is you lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let my pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as I score? Can't my car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? I was murder P. Diddy name me pretty Did it for the money, now can you get with me? People wanna know who is he, he get busy Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy Niggas on the block know Mase motto One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough 98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe [Repeat 1] [Mase] Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me Cuz on the real, look at me Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone Why you don't like me? Cuz I'm mad fly and icy? And why you can't satisfy yo wifey And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure CD, TV's, really would I know ya Now me and blink float in the gold Rover So it's only right you get the cold shoulder And if you got a girl, don't be real committed Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) We don't stop [Mase] We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy I rent scooters, I'm with my family Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy But get approached by a girl named Tammy Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami But say, since some her peeps call her Candy Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties? Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties? Please, tell me something that I don't know Like if we have sex, you don't want dough And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10 I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me [Repeat 1 until fade]
Title: Da Band - Hold Me Down
Description: [Babs] Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy I see you baby Yall niggas done met ya match I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me Chicks is heated then I give my ice see Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me Sexy brown skin complexion Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh Im fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club for more we passin street flyers I been there VIP its a short night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight Im ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin [Hold Me Down Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com] Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed Thorough bread plus i stay weeded [Fred] Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s Every days an episode all because im episode Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin Never made a dime for rhyme yeah I make the people no my people dont beleive it though Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow So it must be those freaky po pos i hope They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song [Chopper] What you say Freddy P ya heard me Its all chopper city ya heard me Your little brother ya heard me I representin the band ya dig to the death New Orleans Third Wall Magnolia Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya You know what im sayin we see them ninjas Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber You can try to stop me i will end ya Shit my killer instincts like cinder Im a bad boy you better make it Make it out fifty Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture [Ness] Hey yo Choppa I dig you like a fuckin shovel man You see its ness the enforcer from the band man We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog This is real its about to go down like this hey yo Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert eagles on me Call me a liar but the fires back Bad boy empire is where the fires at I got the sean john truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the wires tapped Ok this part of the deal Bounty huntas all on my heals Lookin for me huh so were in devilles I take the planes trains automobiles boats Overseas passport to brazil Survival with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it [Dylan] We Da Band!!! For the family ya know Elliot Ness Me ah Hold it down till death Before the annaducks what me tell ya Dylan Dyllanger! Guerrilla family, West Indian hype Me ah say somethin like dis Come look Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie See ME, shot ya high up You nah see me see see Little more me a'go wire up with set CCC She check all of me guns n rocs Thieft it thieft Of all me points legalize cause we need it Treat the people like "come out" "yes sir" Rule the people with me guns Like moses rule with him rod BUMBA CLOT! We not the warriors with Ouigi Me men right chest hard and We love the almighty Me nah burn out me truck see Peal back the back seat Shot every area of fools who nah like me (WAH!) Dem losers got a new night see My glock come out when its time f' be black sheep Ask them, if you cant see Da Band is me famly If you disrespect Dem will find ya body
Description: [Babs] Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy I see you baby Yall niggas done met ya match I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me Chicks is heated then I give my ice see Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me Sexy brown skin complexion Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh Im fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club for more we passin street flyers I been there VIP its a short night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight Im ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin [Hold Me Down Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com] Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed Thorough bread plus i stay weeded [Fred] Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s Every days an episode all because im episode Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin Never made a dime for rhyme yeah I make the people no my people dont beleive it though Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow So it must be those freaky po pos i hope They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song [Chopper] What you say Freddy P ya heard me Its all chopper city ya heard me Your little brother ya heard me I representin the band ya dig to the death New Orleans Third Wall Magnolia Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya You know what im sayin we see them ninjas Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber You can try to stop me i will end ya Shit my killer instincts like cinder Im a bad boy you better make it Make it out fifty Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture [Ness] Hey yo Choppa I dig you like a fuckin shovel man You see its ness the enforcer from the band man We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog This is real its about to go down like this hey yo Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert eagles on me Call me a liar but the fires back Bad boy empire is where the fires at I got the sean john truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the wires tapped Ok this part of the deal Bounty huntas all on my heals Lookin for me huh so were in devilles I take the planes trains automobiles boats Overseas passport to brazil Survival with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it [Dylan] We Da Band!!! For the family ya know Elliot Ness Me ah Hold it down till death Before the annaducks what me tell ya Dylan Dyllanger! Guerrilla family, West Indian hype Me ah say somethin like dis Come look Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie See ME, shot ya high up You nah see me see see Little more me a'go wire up with set CCC She check all of me guns n rocs Thieft it thieft Of all me points legalize cause we need it Treat the people like "come out" "yes sir" Rule the people with me guns Like moses rule with him rod BUMBA CLOT! We not the warriors with Ouigi Me men right chest hard and We love the almighty Me nah burn out me truck see Peal back the back seat Shot every area of fools who nah like me (WAH!) Dem losers got a new night see My glock come out when its time f' be black sheep Ask them, if you cant see Da Band is me famly If you disrespect Dem will find ya body
Title: B5, someday at christmas lyrics in description
Description: [P. Diddy:]Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas this is bad boy baby from B5 to you B5 Merry Christmas lets go [B5:] Someday at Christmas men will be boys playing with life like kids play with toys On one December our hearts will see A world where men are free oh... Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars When we have learned what Christmas is for When we have learned what lives are really worth Therell be peace on earth Someday all our dreams, will come to be Someday a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmas time Someday at Christmas well see a land Where no hungry children no empty hands One happy morning people will share A world where people care Someday at Christmas therell be no tears Where all men are equal no man has fear One shining moment One quiet way From our world today oh, oh Someday we will come to be Someday when men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday [P. Diddy:] wed like to take the time to wish you and yours A very merry Christmas and a happy holiday This is a time for family for love and appreciation for our blessings So from bad boy and world wide And Your Boy Diddy and the B5 family thats Bryan, Carnell, Patrick, Kelly, Dustin We wish you and yours a very merry Christmas And A happy holiday Ha, Ha, Ha, Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas Happy Kwanzaa, Hanukah, all the holidays whatever you down with It's all good Just keep it positive enjoy yourself And by me some gifts and send it to the office Ha, Ha! credits to urbanlyrics
Description: [P. Diddy:]Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas this is bad boy baby from B5 to you B5 Merry Christmas lets go [B5:] Someday at Christmas men will be boys playing with life like kids play with toys On one December our hearts will see A world where men are free oh... Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars When we have learned what Christmas is for When we have learned what lives are really worth Therell be peace on earth Someday all our dreams, will come to be Someday a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmas time Someday at Christmas well see a land Where no hungry children no empty hands One happy morning people will share A world where people care Someday at Christmas therell be no tears Where all men are equal no man has fear One shining moment One quiet way From our world today oh, oh Someday we will come to be Someday when men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday [P. Diddy:] wed like to take the time to wish you and yours A very merry Christmas and a happy holiday This is a time for family for love and appreciation for our blessings So from bad boy and world wide And Your Boy Diddy and the B5 family thats Bryan, Carnell, Patrick, Kelly, Dustin We wish you and yours a very merry Christmas And A happy holiday Ha, Ha, Ha, Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas Happy Kwanzaa, Hanukah, all the holidays whatever you down with It's all good Just keep it positive enjoy yourself And by me some gifts and send it to the office Ha, Ha! credits to urbanlyrics
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