[INTRO]
(DIDDY: [What you've] been waiting for.. Bad Boy, Volume IV. Starring the S&S, and Puff Daddy. Stop yappin', niggas. Stop yappin', niggas.)
['HIT 'EM UP' SAMPLE (WITH DIDDY):]
..soon as the funk is poppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up
(2PAC:)
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique dressin' up tryin' to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job?
We millionaires! Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it!
(DIDDY: Somebody gotta do it)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, ha! You wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You fuckin' with me, nigga, you'll fuck around and have a seizure
Or a heart attack
You'd better back the fuck up before you gеt smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our sidе
(DIDDY: How do ya do it?)
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it!
(DIDDY: Really?)
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama, fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
(DIDDY: Hmm..)
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
(DIDDY: Then do it.)
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well this how we gon' do this:
(DIDDY: That's right.)
Fuck Mobb Deep
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Biggie
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin crew
(DIDDY: Haha, fuck you too, bitch.)
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
(DIDDY: Come on! Bring it!)
Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers! Fuck you too!
(DIDDY: You sound upset, why do you sound so upset?)
All of y'all motherfuckers! Fuck you, die slow motherfucker! My .4-4 make sure all yo kids don't grow!
(DIDDY: You're really scarin' me right now, man..)
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us! We're motherfuckin' thug life riders, West Side till we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warn you, we'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
(DIDDY: *clapping* Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, give him a round of applause, the Academy Award goes to... the actor... Tupac Shakur! Give him a round of applause!)
We do our job!
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
(DIDDY: Anything else to say?)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
(DIDDY: *yawns*)
You niggas can't feel it
We the realest
Fuck 'em!
We Bad Boy killers
(DIDDY: [What you've] been waiting for.. Bad Boy, Volume IV. Starring the S&S, and Puff Daddy. Stop yappin', niggas. Stop yappin', niggas.)
['HIT 'EM UP' SAMPLE (WITH DIDDY):]
..soon as the funk is poppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up
(2PAC:)
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique dressin' up tryin' to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job?
We millionaires! Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it!
(DIDDY: Somebody gotta do it)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, ha! You wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You fuckin' with me, nigga, you'll fuck around and have a seizure
Or a heart attack
You'd better back the fuck up before you gеt smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our sidе
(DIDDY: How do ya do it?)
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it!
(DIDDY: Really?)
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama, fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
(DIDDY: Hmm..)
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
(DIDDY: Then do it.)
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well this how we gon' do this:
(DIDDY: That's right.)
Fuck Mobb Deep
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Biggie
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin crew
(DIDDY: Haha, fuck you too, bitch.)
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
(DIDDY: Come on! Bring it!)
Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers! Fuck you too!
(DIDDY: You sound upset, why do you sound so upset?)
All of y'all motherfuckers! Fuck you, die slow motherfucker! My .4-4 make sure all yo kids don't grow!
(DIDDY: You're really scarin' me right now, man..)
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us! We're motherfuckin' thug life riders, West Side till we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warn you, we'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
(DIDDY: *clapping* Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, give him a round of applause, the Academy Award goes to... the actor... Tupac Shakur! Give him a round of applause!)
We do our job!
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
(DIDDY: Anything else to say?)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
(DIDDY: *yawns*)
You niggas can't feel it
We the realest
Fuck 'em!
We Bad Boy killers
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