Yeah x3

[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] x2
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] x2

[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] x4

[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