Karaoke The Saga Continues P. Diddy & the Bad Boy Family

Y'all niggas 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 PD
Is gruesome niggas always grab that mic and salt like they really gonna 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
You's a smoke head
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 niggas got lip but they ain't got hot yet 'till they got Dep
Why niggas lie like that? know they ain't fly like that
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 bang bang
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 niggas what they 'posed to get shit
Oppose the clique I send five close to six
Hoodfellas that'll come close your shit
Niggas 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 niggas that ain't notice
The breadwinner three-six-five
I stay focused nigga
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