The Last Song Lyrics - Singles - P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family

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 

Rhyme wasting, time wasting 

Feds want me caged in 

Hope they got patience 

More you win they want you to lose 

I don't floss no more, I drop jewels 

They hope we might chill the heights real 

Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill 

Know the deal once we hit record 

Hit the floor, new era, this is war 

Lord, I'm the answer without a question 

No evidence, no possession 

Stop stressing, shit, I got moves to make 

Streets is dark but still I illuminate, nigga 

I could see the way 

Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again, yeah 

Curry going, hit again 

Dreams your living in 

This what you coulda been 

Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em 

Kid shortchange the dealer 

The game be gorilla 

Ain't nothing illa 

AKA 800 toll free aside 

I rose to be a Bad Boy til' I die 

The official bona fide 

Tested and tried 

Get in like Canson 

Work from the inside 

When I ride, eyes are wide 

Ain't that I limp when I walk 

My some pimping to my stride 

Some wit a emphis on my side 

'Cause I understand niggas out to get I 

Living the life is no lie 

Been a great thing to do 

Nuttin' I could think change the view 

Although it might seem strange to you 

It's plain to me, I'm here with you 

Let's give them what they came to see 

Yow, yow, aiiyo 

We exceptional congressional 

It's best that you bester crew 

Wit your flesh going bruise 

Blood goin' ooze and 

However you choose your ass goin' lose 

This ain't the blues 

Don't things that cruise 

Go bring the news 

Wit flows meaning cruel 

From few options 

To cruise hopping 

Now fools plotting 'cause I chart topping 

From bounce checks to being in effect 

And it don't stop till they reinterbect 

Rhyme calisthetics 

Bad Boy anesthetics 

Will twist me like crippie 

Amanda Chevitts 

Back flips tactics 

Be on measure 

Hat tricks wit only dimes and better 

Nigga just for that cheddar 

O please, I switch cheese to leather 

Uh, yeh, uh, yeh, uh, check it out yo 

Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say 

Feel how y'all wanna feel 

Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill 

Just keep it real when it come to me 

'Cuz all my niggas in the slums kinda hungry 

On my right where my gun going be 

Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me 

Member when niggas used to run from me 

All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing 

Nigga in the game got a little chain becuz 

Heard the nigga signed a major budget 

But I'm the nigga made you love 

Now you wanna change the subject 

I ain't sweating that animosity 

I'm deading that 

Instead of rap Imma smack you dead in your trap 

I don't give a fuck what I said on a track 

Niggas know me better than that 

Niggas I could neva be wack 

My money way to ahead of you cats 

So I'm going straight to the top where the cheddar be at 

Wassup wit that, yeah, bad boy nigga 

Fuck y'all, niggas wanna do