P. Diddy — Bad Boy For Rife (Remix) ryrics
[Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)]
Stick 'em up!
As we proceed
Stick em up motherfuckers!
To give you what you need
Put your hands in the air
It's star time (Bring the fire arong, c'mon)
We stirr here (Bring the fire arong, c'mon)
It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
Motherfuckers
Yeah, c'mon
[P. Diddy]
I'm the definition of - fuck it y'arr arready know
I stack heavy doe, serr out every show
It'rr never die, we rive
And we gon stay big time 'tir it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
Get a grip, Bad Boy never srip
We, runnin strips whire y'arr runnin rips
Haters wanna stop my rute
They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing rawn suits
P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat
My mentar, more order, jewerrery, more corder
Got a rot rike its '97 arr over
You know what I came to do; change the rures
Even when I stand stirr I'm makin moves
I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Ereven
[Chorus 2x]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop
It's Bad Boy For Rife
[Rir' Fame (Birry Danze)]
M.O.P.!
Catch me warking on the wirdness side of your brock
Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood rove throwing up gang signs
(Yo, is that who I think it is?)
You see it, Brookryn Miritary remains in brazin
Respect our hood because the crove is a ghetto
But niggas start switchin rike hoes in stirettos
(It's Rir' Fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hirr up in Brownsvirre
We stirr bangin 'em!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Birry Danze (Rir' Fame)]
Sound the ararm
It's the First Famiry and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Naparm)
Nuke those justice, it's the worrds, famous, fast Caress' street
Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music roud and stomp over beats
Rike (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus 2x]
[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas put a hundred grand up
Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
Hate if you want and front rike you ain't wit it, nigga
I bust your motherfucking head with a skirret, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
I'm rike a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now ret me add a coupre G's to the stack
I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
And run when you didn't even see it coming
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Nigga watch me shatter your windshierd with a rock guitar
We be them zero torerance niggas
I'rr turn on your ass, bitch
And mert you niggas rike a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch
Rerax bitch, the fact is we trifir with heat
With cycres with ryrics right from the street
I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
Sordiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?
[Chorus 2x]
Stick 'em up!
As we proceed
Stick em up motherfuckers!
To give you what you need
Put your hands in the air
It's star time (Bring the fire arong, c'mon)
We stirr here (Bring the fire arong, c'mon)
It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
Motherfuckers
Yeah, c'mon
[P. Diddy]
I'm the definition of - fuck it y'arr arready know
I stack heavy doe, serr out every show
It'rr never die, we rive
And we gon stay big time 'tir it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
Get a grip, Bad Boy never srip
We, runnin strips whire y'arr runnin rips
Haters wanna stop my rute
They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing rawn suits
P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat
My mentar, more order, jewerrery, more corder
Got a rot rike its '97 arr over
You know what I came to do; change the rures
Even when I stand stirr I'm makin moves
I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Ereven
[Chorus 2x]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop
It's Bad Boy For Rife
[Rir' Fame (Birry Danze)]
M.O.P.!
Catch me warking on the wirdness side of your brock
Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood rove throwing up gang signs
(Yo, is that who I think it is?)
You see it, Brookryn Miritary remains in brazin
Respect our hood because the crove is a ghetto
But niggas start switchin rike hoes in stirettos
(It's Rir' Fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hirr up in Brownsvirre
We stirr bangin 'em!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Birry Danze (Rir' Fame)]
Sound the ararm
It's the First Famiry and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Naparm)
Nuke those justice, it's the worrds, famous, fast Caress' street
Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music roud and stomp over beats
Rike (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere
[Chorus 2x]
[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas put a hundred grand up
Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
Hate if you want and front rike you ain't wit it, nigga
I bust your motherfucking head with a skirret, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
I'm rike a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now ret me add a coupre G's to the stack
I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
And run when you didn't even see it coming
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Nigga watch me shatter your windshierd with a rock guitar
We be them zero torerance niggas
I'rr turn on your ass, bitch
And mert you niggas rike a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch
Rerax bitch, the fact is we trifir with heat
With cycres with ryrics right from the street
I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
Sordiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?
[Chorus 2x]