The Saga Continues Lyrics - Singles - P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family

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 

Y'all niggaz still talkin'? 

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, knowin' I'm the boss and 

I'm sittin' on pyramids, flossin' 

I don't really gotta talk, son 

I can get lost and sit back livin' off endorsements 

I'm a pro, kid 

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

Any records I broke it 

Through the fame and the stardom 

Makin' 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, I picked up your CD, P D 

This is gruesome 

Niggaz 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 livin' an illusion, livin' in a used one 

While I'm in The Limited, cruisin' 

You ain't really got a crew, son 

You givin' them amusement 

Fuck what your Comic Views meant 

Youse a smoke head 

I've been doin' this since this Pro-Ked 

Broke breads with the coke heads 

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 cassette" 

Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip 

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

Why niggaz lie like that? 

Know they ain't fly like that 

Niggaz get fried like that 

And you don't wanna die like that 

Have your momma cryin' like that 

Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin' 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, y'all niggaz 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, niggaz 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 gang bang 

Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang 

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

Might catch me squeezin' the four 

My nigga, I go to war and if a nigga want the raw 

You still gotta come in the store 

Y'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 

Oppose the clique, I send five close to six 

Hood fellaz, 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 

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