[P. Diddy]
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo, back on the scene
Ain´t nuthin´ changed
Still doin´ wild things
Whippin´ something mean
The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin´ the bar on my next world tour
When we hit the sick, I´m the cure
We ´bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain´t nobody botherin´ you
All I´m thinkin´ ´bout is clobberin´ you
Immigration always sayin´ I´m harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I´m the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe D´Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin´ for the loot to steal
He determined
Don´t try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin´
I want my glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain´t got?
Everytime I grab the mic it´s with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I´m tired of doin´ dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin´ prayers
Not only sayin´ mine, but sayin´ theirs
That´s cause my dawgs ain´t there

[Chorus] x2 :
The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned