Bad Boy For Life - feat. Busta Rhymes & M.O.P [Radio Mix]
Oww!
Stick 'em up!
As we proceed (tick 'em up)
To give you what you need (Put your hands in the air, come on)
It's star time
Ring the fire alarm, come on (It's star time)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (bad boy baby, we lifers, baby)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (for life)
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP (motherfuckers)
Busta
Haha! yeah, yeah, come on
I'm the definition of (yeah), y'all already know (yeah)
I stack heavy dough (uh-huh), sell out every show (come on)
It'll never die, we live
And we gon' stay big-time 'til it's time to see big (BIG forever)
Get a grip, bad boy never slip (come on)
We runnin' strips while y'all runnin' lips (yeah)
Haters wanna stop my loot
They don't want me wearin' Sean John, they want me wearin' lawsuits
PD increase the heat in your streets
Keep your tapes on rewind (come on), CDs on repeat
My mental more older (what), jewelry more colder (yeah)
Got it locked like it's 97 all over
You know what I came to do (ugh), change the rules
Even when I stand still, I'm makin' moves
I paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P Diddy aka. "news at eleven
Throw your hands up in the air now (haha)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad boy)
For the streets (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop (we lifers, baby!)
It's bad boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop (without further ado)
It's bad boy for life (it's my pleasure to introduce to you)
M! (yeah!) O! (yeah!) P! (yeah!)
Come on! (Yo!)
Catch me walking on the wildest side of your block, I bang mine
Showing me hood love, throwing up gang signs (yeah)
(Ayo, is that who I think it is?) You see it
Brooklyn military (oh!) remains in blaze
And respect all hoods 'cause the globe is a ghetto
Niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos (yep, that's lil' fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hill, up in Brownsville?
(uh-huh) We still bangin' 'em! (ahh!)
Sound the alarm
It's the first family, and we're back to drop bombs
Boom! (napalm) duke dose justice
It's the world's (world's) famous (famous) rappin'
We vow (vow) to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music loud and stomp over beats, like
Ba ba bom bom ba bom bom! (there you go!)
Yeah (yeah!), yeah! we ain't goin nowhere (oww!)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad Boy)
For the streets (yeah)
Throw your hands up in the air now (throw your hands up)
We won't stop (we lifers, baby)
It's bad boy for life (yeah)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy, come on)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad bad, boy)
We won't stop (woop, woop)
It's bad boy for life (woop, woop)
Yeah-yeah
Put a hundred grand up (bustin' and grand up)
Stand up before I stick your bitch-ass (ah-ah)
You better put your hands up (hands up, come on, come on, come on, come on)
Hate if you want, and front like you ain't wit it, nigga (yeah)
I bust your (uh!) motherfuckin' head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged-nigga heat for the track (hunh)
I'm like a pickup truck with broken concrete in the back (ha!)
Now, let me add a couple G's to the stack
I know we got you dumbin' how we put this together, and the world ain't even see it coming (ha)
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Watch me shatter (huh) your windshield with a rock guitar (ha)
We be them zero-tolerance niggas (huh, come on), I'll turn on your ass, bitch
And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin' yo' ass, bitch (ah!)
Relax it all (ha, huh), the fact is we trife-in' with heat
With cycles with lyrics right from the street
I'm sayin' (yes, we come to put that shit down)
Soldiers get up (get up), niggas need to sit down (one!)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop
It's bad boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop
It's bad boy for life
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad boy (come on)
MOP (come on)
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad boy (come on)
MOP (brooklyn)
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Stick 'em up!
As we proceed (tick 'em up)
To give you what you need (Put your hands in the air, come on)
It's star time
Ring the fire alarm, come on (It's star time)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (bad boy baby, we lifers, baby)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (for life)
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP (motherfuckers)
Busta
Haha! yeah, yeah, come on
I'm the definition of (yeah), y'all already know (yeah)
I stack heavy dough (uh-huh), sell out every show (come on)
It'll never die, we live
And we gon' stay big-time 'til it's time to see big (BIG forever)
Get a grip, bad boy never slip (come on)
We runnin' strips while y'all runnin' lips (yeah)
Haters wanna stop my loot
They don't want me wearin' Sean John, they want me wearin' lawsuits
PD increase the heat in your streets
Keep your tapes on rewind (come on), CDs on repeat
My mental more older (what), jewelry more colder (yeah)
Got it locked like it's 97 all over
You know what I came to do (ugh), change the rules
Even when I stand still, I'm makin' moves
I paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P Diddy aka. "news at eleven
Throw your hands up in the air now (haha)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad boy)
For the streets (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop (we lifers, baby!)
It's bad boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop (without further ado)
It's bad boy for life (it's my pleasure to introduce to you)
M! (yeah!) O! (yeah!) P! (yeah!)
Come on! (Yo!)
Catch me walking on the wildest side of your block, I bang mine
Showing me hood love, throwing up gang signs (yeah)
(Ayo, is that who I think it is?) You see it
Brooklyn military (oh!) remains in blaze
And respect all hoods 'cause the globe is a ghetto
Niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos (yep, that's lil' fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hill, up in Brownsville?
(uh-huh) We still bangin' 'em! (ahh!)
Sound the alarm
It's the first family, and we're back to drop bombs
Boom! (napalm) duke dose justice
It's the world's (world's) famous (famous) rappin'
We vow (vow) to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music loud and stomp over beats, like
Ba ba bom bom ba bom bom! (there you go!)
Yeah (yeah!), yeah! we ain't goin nowhere (oww!)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad Boy)
For the streets (yeah)
Throw your hands up in the air now (throw your hands up)
We won't stop (we lifers, baby)
It's bad boy for life (yeah)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy, come on)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad bad, boy)
We won't stop (woop, woop)
It's bad boy for life (woop, woop)
Yeah-yeah
Put a hundred grand up (bustin' and grand up)
Stand up before I stick your bitch-ass (ah-ah)
You better put your hands up (hands up, come on, come on, come on, come on)
Hate if you want, and front like you ain't wit it, nigga (yeah)
I bust your (uh!) motherfuckin' head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged-nigga heat for the track (hunh)
I'm like a pickup truck with broken concrete in the back (ha!)
Now, let me add a couple G's to the stack
I know we got you dumbin' how we put this together, and the world ain't even see it coming (ha)
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Watch me shatter (huh) your windshield with a rock guitar (ha)
We be them zero-tolerance niggas (huh, come on), I'll turn on your ass, bitch
And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin' yo' ass, bitch (ah!)
Relax it all (ha, huh), the fact is we trife-in' with heat
With cycles with lyrics right from the street
I'm sayin' (yes, we come to put that shit down)
Soldiers get up (get up), niggas need to sit down (one!)
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop
It's bad boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (bad, bad boy)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (bad, bad boy)
We won't stop
It's bad boy for life
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad boy (come on)
MOP (come on)
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad boy (come on)
MOP (brooklyn)
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Busta rhymes
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Ring the fire alarm (bad, bad boy), come on
Bad Boy (come on)
MOP
Credits
Writer(s): Jamel Fisher, Drayton Goss, Robert Ross, Dorsey Wesley, Mark Keith Curry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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