game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) I
wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go
Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this
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
right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, you ask for
Call me clumsy for the weight I'm droppin' records but they break And still standin' like the fuse on my cannon Blowin' weight, kid Here we go back again, makin' the beat go
a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight Monday we go to Bungalo Eight Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake And for the
yourself You better go for self because I flow for self [Verse 1: Faith Evans] I'll tell you why there's no love, simply you're not cool enough For
to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I
pretty women gon' like A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes A round cinibun head under them clothes I know you wanna go and smoke out Stay up all night and go
a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) For
me for real, it's gone be somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for
gotta shake that thang, shake that thang) While you make it clap clap clap clap clap (Just shake that thang, shake that thang) Listen, women lace ?em, g for
' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's go and
back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
your babies on the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for
less Yellow stones, ballin like I'm Kobe when I rep the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use I keep it G, like my nigga Chris
fleet Y'all sour me, my summers sweet Kiss my mother feet Hate just makes chop em as they creek Life forever sweet Life's a gamble and I play for keeps