On Top

Yeah [3x]
[Loon]
Yo Im a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (thats right)
Its Bad Boy we dont give a fuck about yall (thats right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up out yall (thats right)
I fuck with niggas but its something about yall (uh huh)
Actin like Loon cant do shit without yall (cmon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out yalls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without yall (thats right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (cmon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit
[Chorus Marsha 2x]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow cant keep up, no, better run (better run)
Dont stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Dont flop, what we just too large (oh)
[P. Diddy]
Lets get, one thing clear (thats right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (cmon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got niggas wilin out on the floor ( lets go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
Still eat at Justins in Sean John velour (thats right)
Still humble (cmon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still cant stand to see blacks beefin
yall still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends
Still happy in black and dont need a reason (thats right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (cmon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 'n (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)
(Cmon)
(Lets go)
[Chorus 2x]
[Loon]
Aiyo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (cmon)
But not me, Im too cocky
I love when the women scream “Hey Papi” (thats right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (cmon )
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you cant stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you ( yeah) cant top me
[P. Diddy]
Yeah Im just a B-A-D (cmon) B-O-Y (thats right)
Son we multiply, nigga we dont die
Niggas frontin like we aint fly ( say what)
But nigga cant name nothing that we aint buy (cmon)
Or we aint try, (thats right) or we aint drive (yeah)
The judge said “not guilty” and he aint lie (he aint lie)
Niggas need a hit its to me they cry (cmon)
So whyfront like nigga (yeah) P-D aint live (yeah)
Cmon, man (lets go)
[Chorus 4x]
[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we aint goin, we aint goin)
They wont stop (we aint gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas , real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They wont stop