You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?. You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me, you need people like me.
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?. You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me, you need people like me.
Aha, yeah, yeah. In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise. Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused. I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high.
Forever, timeless. Never ending, forever. Eternal, timeless. . {Tonight in L.A., rapper Notorious B.I.G.. Was gunned down at the media party. He was pronounced dead on arrival.
Aiyyo. One two, one two. One two, one two. This one right here. Goes out to all the fake thugs out there. Yeah, yeah uh huh. . Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter.
The world at my sneakers. Gold pieces molded with Jesus features. Give streets the fever. From the way I spit the Ether. . Came on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa.
Chorus:. . Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing. You don't really wanna stop. Eh eh. Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing.
Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies. In something foreign, soarin', 145. The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly. I want it all, no lie.
Then, there are the times in my life. When I feel, trapped. Feel there's, no way out. No escape. To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin. Where I'll end up at.
Biggie:. Uh, uh, uh. Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn. auto futigued then fitigue the enemy. look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up. moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard.
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll. We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing. As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds.
(Diddy). You gonna believe me now though. Tryin' to get up in your body your spirit take your soul. . (Chorus). Come here girl. Let me creep in your world.
[P. Diddy]. Bad Boy. Let's dance [7x]. Yo, everybody report to the dance floor. Report to the dance floor. Bad Boy baby. 112, Beanie Sigel. Here we go!.
Stop. Just. Come on now. Just. . Sometimes I just. Get out ya. I just feel so confused. No don't do that. I just wanna know how you feel. Don't do it.
Eh yo what's up playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan. I need you to come get wit' me aight?. Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do. Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there.
Yeah can you hear me? Yeah. There's certain things in life that you can stop. And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped. Let's go. . And now for your bad Bad Boys.
1, 2, 1, 2. Yeah, y'all can hear me. Make the drumming sound, yeah. Let's ride, yeah, yeah. . Be clear, we here lights out. Eat here, sleep here, my house.
Sometimes I try to figure out just why. Why you are the way you are. You you make it so hard for me to love you. . Hold up now, listen. I ain't gonna try to sit here and say I'm perfect, you know.
Yo, yeah, yo. Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo. Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo. Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!. . [G. Dep]. A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me. Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me.
Y'all ain't ready. (The saga continues). Tootsie rolls. (We still here). Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR. . I had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa. (That's crazy).