The Saga Continues Lyrics - Black Rob

[P. Diddy] 

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, starting at guard" 

[P. Diddy] 

why y'all niggas still talking? 

Oh you got a little name little fame little 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, knowing I'm the boss and 

I'm sitting on pyramids, flossing 

I don't really gotta talk son 

I can get lost and sit back living off endorsements 

I'm a pro, kid 

Why you acting like you don't really know, kid? 

Any records I broke it 

Through the fame and the stardom, making my mark on Harlem like Poe did 

I said, here's your eviction notice 

But you probably already 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 

Niggas always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some' 

What's wrong with you son? 

Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? 

Then you living an illusion, living in a used one 

while I'm in the Limited, cruising 

You ain't really got a crew son 

You giving them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meant 

You's a smoke head 

I've been doing this since this Pro-Ked 

Broke breads with the cokeheads 

Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped 

I said, I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett 

Run and get your CD and cass-ette 

Gossip, lotta niggas got lip 

But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep 

[Loon] 

Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like that 

Niggaz get fried like that 

And you don't want to die like that 

Have your momma crying like that 

Besides all that, I'm in to get it frying like that 

Still on the block and move pies like that 

Never my life dealt with guys that rap 

In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad 

Swoll up, why y'all niggas better hold up 

Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up 

Body get ripped up, and then sewed up 

Every nigga I fucked with, niggas is growed up 

We don't play games, get on the stand, and say names 

All we do is cock back, and spray planes 

Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbang 

Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang 

[Black Rob] 

Keep fronting, I'ma put a crease in your jaw 

Might catch me squeezing the four 

My nigga I go to war 

And if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the store 

why'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlaw 

Predicate assassin, smashin 

Open shit, rig scope, focus it 

Give niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit) 

Oppose the clique, I send five close to six 

Hoodfellaz, that'll come close your shit 

Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists 

Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off 

Fix your face, we back on the paper chase 

Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place 

Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice 

the breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga 

[P. Diddy] 

We'll never stop.. 

We'll never stop.. 

One of the greatest teams that ever lived.. 

It's like in our blood.. 

We gotta be born this way.. 

Bad Boy baby