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 along, c'mon)

We still here

(Bring the fire along, c'mon)

It's star time

(Bad Boy, M. O. P., Busta Rhymes)

Motherfuckers

Yeah, c'mon



I'm the definition of, f**k it y'all already know

I stack heavy doe, sell out every show

It'll never die, we live

And we gon' stay big time 'til it's time to see Big

(B. I. G. Forever)



Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip

We, runnin' strips while y'all runnin' lips

Haters wanna stop my lute

They don't want me wearing Sean John



They want me wearing lawn suits

P. D. Increase the heat in ya streets

Keep ya tapes on rewind, cd's on repeat

My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder

Got a lot like its '97 all over



You know what I came to do, change the rules

Even when I stand still I'm makin' moves

I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in

P. Diddy A. K. A. News at Eleven



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 life



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 life



M. O. P.

Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block

Yo, I bang mine, n****s showing me hood

Love throwing up gang signs

(Yo, is that who I think it is?)



You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin'

Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto

But n****s start switchin' like hoes in stilettos

(It's Lil' Fame and them)



Remember them n****s from the hill up

In Brownsville

We still bangin' 'em

Ahh



Sound the alarm

It's the first family and we're back to drop bombs, boom

(Napalm)

Nuke those justice, it's the worlds famous

Fast Caress' street



Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street

To make our music loud and stomp over beats

Like, there you go

(Ba ba bom bom ba bom bom)

Yeah, we ain't goin' nowhere



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 life



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 life



N****s put a hundred grand up

Stand up, before I stick your b***h-a** you better put your hands up

Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit' it, n***a

I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, n***a

More rugged n***a, heat for the track



I'm like a Pick-up truck with broken concrete in the back

Now let me add a couple 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



N***a watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar

We be them zero tolerance n****s

I'll turn on your a**, b***h

And melt you n****s like a fire, burnin' yo' a** b***h



Relax b***h, the fact is we trifle with heat

With cycles with lyrics right from the street

I'm sayin', "As we come through, put the shit down"

Soldiers get up, faggot n****s need to sit down, what?



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 life



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 life