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[Intro: Justin and King Combs] Yo, Yo, Yo Chris waddup? Shit you know me, chillin', mackin', just took shawty to go shoppin' And all lat and all lat Word, word, I feel you man But you know its go time now man (Uh huh) Lotta niggas wanna see what we Gon' do (Yeah) You know we got some big shoes to fill and all lat (Right) You know we gotta keep the torch lit Yeah man, you already know we got that You know, CYN the Family, SNL the Family, Bad Boy the movement, Its nothin' else to it And you know they can't even picture us, winnin' for another 20 years (Yeah) But thats what we gon do, but enough of this talkin' shit man (Uh huh) Let these niggas hear what you gotta say man (Yeah thats what i'm talkin' bout) Talk that Bad Boy shit, talk that fly shit man! [Verse 1: King Combs} Yo It must be the money and the jewels I got To make these honeys wanna lose they top I just cruise in drops and run around in expensive cars Uncle Phil how I switch the broads, now check this I be in Caribbean with my honeys, snow bunnies Rico, young nigga with old money And when i'm in the B.I., I stay fly In the back of the V.I., with chicks that stay high And I can't lie my niggas is multi, billionaire status, Sammy Sosa When i'm out West I cop the low-ride Now all the honeys wanna gimme chocha, Bad Boys don't die We live forever, live for chedda', I hang with playas and vendettas You can't play me I got a mil in the duffle bag Just incase I see somethin' thats pricey No drug money here, all about a dolla But we both chase cash feel like Tony Montana You like how I look, flyest nigga on the planet Got niggas shook when I hop out the Phantom We the goodfellas ain't no stoppin' this I told ya'll you'll see, like the LOX and BIG Gold links stay heavy like my pockets is Yo Trey, tell em what the topic is [Verse 2: Trey Livin] (Uh) Every since a nigga started bubblin', honeys been Tryna get inside my Armani swims Gold cuban links and Versace lens You can tell its presidential by the car we in For the record, they playin' checkers, we in the '84 Gucci green bottom gold Giuseppes Pourin' out bottles from the Ace of Spade collection Never did stress em, I dead em Check it First million imma get, imma split, between all my niggas We all gettin' rich, shawty checkin' me, especially Cus I be where the chedda' be, sippin' Hennessy, fuck the enemies Ya crew foldin', while mines reloadin', just few chosin' in my clique Bumpin' our shit when we pull up on the scene Big baggy jeans full of green What? [Verse 3: Shaq] (Yo, Yo) We still screamin' fuck every nigga that flipped on us Bigger estates, stretched limos, and fresh garments Fuck shit up , peel off, we do it often Shit change, Shaq came, its all extortion I be overseas in Belize, with a couple honeys that you probably only seen on the screen At the Mondrian, cocktails in the ambiance Two bad broads from Milan what you find me on All we do is switch flows, sell out shows, leaving Guro, countin' Euros Make classics drop hits, i'm Albert Pujols Bringin' life back to game, yeah, you know [Verse 4: K.Wales] I'm puffin' backwoods, in the back of the bach, yeah i'm straight relaxin' Slidin' on the dolo, might be with a movie actress My life is classic, somebody might need to film it Hold on bruh, I think i'm overdosin' off the realness K Corleone, and me and my brothers, the GoodFellas Slide through the block, if its hot, the hood tell us Drive in convertible drops for good weather Honestly, i'm honestly killin' niggas for pure pleasure, yeah I been in my zone all summer Focused on winters, man ain't been home all summer Imma stone cold nigga, don't get Stone Cold Stunner'd Real life killer, on the road, road runnin', yeah Young Devante from Jodeci, women notice me I look at these niggas and see they not as cold as me Boy you better check ya vibe when you approachin' me I run the game, and none these niggas even close to me [Verse 5: Kai Ca$h] Its like i'm flippin' bricks once I speak My cellphone ring, different bitch every week The spotlight gleam every place that we be Can't drive, tell me who got the keys to my Jeep? And who count the cream like the team that be steppin' in? When it come to Benjamins, niggas never hesitant Dead presidents compliment my safe, so when its cold out I switch my states Old hoes, just to chase, we leave em for no reason I'm off that Waves sit under the ball caps It was set in stone since the LOX had jerseys and ball bats And Puff rocked Lazarus links, before minks Did you ever think that we would touch the spot we reached? Ride topless Jeeps, with topless freaks, they on us Coulda been hustlin' on all corners Now the corner office for discussions, referring to abundance With multiple in line, see my flow is so divine Caesar's Palace, loungin' in black Bumpin' tracks unreleased to the streets, with my chick in linen But she thinks that i'm creepin' with different women Simply sinnin', in cities, the shit only God knows Wonderin' where the time goes When the number dial, its a check, or you gon hear the dial-tone One comma, then like nine O's Tell my O.G.'s to relax, let a young nigga shine Gold watch on this young nigga time Cashmare thoughts on a young nigga mind, world is mine Til' the death, let a young nigga rise [Verse 6: Niko Brim] I'm thinking of a master plan And no snow bunny Two days, four show road money The top off pink polo money Graduation vs Curtis drop shit and we gon' curb yo money These dudes is dummies And I've been itchin' I need a hit Hustle like its the first Spittin' like I was sick Heart like I was Lauryn but ego tells me I'm Mitch The mix, a graveyard shift rapper to make a ditch On any nigga thats jumpin' sides I see y'all ride pogo Thats a no go Niggas is loco Throw five break the dutch in the Volvo And drive by slow mo' And water only thing in my Solo I be on go I see how they caught in the celebration Time is of the essence Yall procrastinatin' And I ain't bring you up Seems to me like you hatin' The sound vacant penthouse view of Sanaa Lathan (ugh) Or something like it, i'm clever She more like a queen yall use a womb like a sweater Calm and collect ain't no pressure baby And life's a short film ain't no extra baby Protective vest secure the investment baby A man down? Boy you must be crazy Spitting new game and y'all can't play me Pen cocked go bang off safety In case a sucker nigga try to play me
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