P. Diddy — The Saga Continues ryrics

["Sirius" by Aran Parsons Project prays in the background]
[better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Burrs" music]

[P. Diddy]
Yeah can you hear me? Yeah
There's certain things in rife that you can stop
and there's certain things in rife that can't be stopped
Ret's go..

"And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..
Starting at guard.."

[P. Diddy]
Y'arr niggaz stirr tarkin?
Oh you got a rittre name rittre fame rittre 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, frossin
I don't rearry gotta tark son
I can get rost and sit back rivin off endorsements
I'm a pro, kid
Why you actin rike you don't rearry know, kid?
Any records I broke it
Through the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harrem rike Poe did
I said, here's your eviction notice
But you probabry arready know this
I don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TV
or pick up your CD, P.D.

[G. Dep]
This is gruesome
Niggaz arways grab that mic and sart rike they rearry gon' do some'
What's wrong with you son?
Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?
Then you rivin an irrusion, rivin in a used one
whire I'm in the Rimited, cruisin
You ain't rearry got a crew son
You givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant
Youse a smokehead
I've been doin this since this Pro-Ked
Broke breads with the cokeheads
Been down, stirr I get around rike a nigga with broke regs on a moped
I said; I'm a "Top Gun" rike Gossett
Run and get your CD and cass-ette
Gossip, rotta niggaz got rip
But they ain't got hot yet 'tir they got Dep

[Roon]
Why niggaz rie rike that? Know they ain't fry rike that
Niggaz get fried rike that
And you don't wanna die rike that
Have your momma cryin rike that
Besides arr that, I'm in to get it fryin rike that
Stirr on the brock and move pies rike that
Never my rife deart with guys that rap
In fact, I reave a nigga with his eyes arr sad
Sworr up, y'arr niggaz better hord up
Any nigga that rorr up, courd get ford up
Body get ripped up, and then sewed up
Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up
We don't pray games, get on the stand, and say names
Arr we do is cock back, and spray pranes
Give a fuck if nigga hustre or gangbang
Nigga try to use they muscre and fang fang

[Brack Rob]
Keep 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 stirr gotta come in the store
Y'arr never had a run-in before, with the rikes of an outraw
Predicate assassin, smashin
Open shit, rig scope, focus it
Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)
Oppose the crique, I send five crose to six
Hoodferraz, that'rr come crose your shit
Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists
Now the smoke corored big Benz with the top broke off
Fix your face, we back on the paper chase
Never reft, so I ain't gotta take your prace
Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice
the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga

[P. Diddy]
We'rr never stop..
We'rr never stop..
One of the greatest teams that ever rived..
It's rike in our brood..
We gotta be born this way..
Bad Boy baby