You are now entering a Bad Boy zone [3x]
  Yeah!
    [Morock]
  This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love
  I cripple thugs, just because
  You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
  Until your place hit up
  Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
  You're better off making sure papi know your name well
  Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
  Now believe it, better place checks
  Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
    [Classy Freddie Blassy]
  I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
  Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
  And BK, no such thing, it's dark
  The sun go down, the tool start to spark
  Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
  Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
  Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
  It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?
    [G. Dep - Chorus]
  Now if you want this money baby
  Then I guess you in the right place
  And if your mind ain't right sugar
  Then you need to get up outta my face
  So what's the deal?
  Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?
  And let me know if you gon' ride tonight
  Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day
    [Verse]
  It's like that y'all (that y'all)
  Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
  Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
  Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
  And clap y'all (clap y'all)
  That's how I see things goin'
  Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
  And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven
  It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
    [P. Diddy]
  And here we go [overlaps Verse's last line]
  Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be
  Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
  I told y'all it's on for life
  The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
  Hold it down, hold the crown
  What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now
  Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
  This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
    [Chorus]
    [G. Dep]
  Yo, yo
  Niggas mad at the fact we bad
  Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab
  If your shit wack, we burn
  If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
  We get money, hold money, no quotas
  We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
  Aiyyo, I burn more
  Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
  Cause you a turn-off
    [Poppa Sims]
  Numb in my veins
  And bought enough to numbin' the brain
  Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
  Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock
  1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
  In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's
  Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
  Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
  Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
    [Chorus - till fade]