Puff Daddy - The Saga Continues... Lyrics
{sirius by alan parsons project plays in the background..Better known to some as introducing your chicago bulls music}[p. diddy]Yeah can you hear me? yeahTheres certain things in life that you can stopAnd theres certain things in life that cant be stoppedLets go..And now.. for your.. bad bad boys..Starting at guard..[p. diddy]Yall niggaz still talkin?Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?What you have is a portionBout the size of the hats in the back of my porsche andSo you better use caution, knowin Im the boss andIm sittin on pyramids, flossinI dont really gotta talk sonI can get lost and sit back livin off endorsementsIm a pro, kidWhy you actin like you dont really know, kid?Any records I broke itThrough the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on harlem like poe didI said, heres your eviction noticeBut you probably already know thisI dont mean to be greedy, but turn on your tvOr pick up your cd, p.d.[g. dep]This is gruesomeNiggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon do someWhats 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 oneWhile Im in the limited, cruisinYou aint really got a crew sonYou givin them amusement, ***** what your comic views meantYouse a smokeheadIve been doin this since this pro-kedBroke breads with the cokeheadsBeen down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a mopedI said; Im a top gun like gossettRun and get your cd and cass-etteGossip, lotta niggaz got lipBut they aint got hot yet til they got dep[loon]Why niggaz lie like that? know they aint fly like thatNiggaz get fried like thatAnd you dont wanna die like thatHave your momma cryin like thatBesides all that, Im in to get it fryin like thatStill on the block and move pies like thatNever my life dealt with guys that rapIn fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sadSwoll up, yall niggaz better hold upAny nigga that roll up, could get fold upBody get ripped up, and then sewed upEvery nigga I *****ed with, niggaz is growed upWe dont play games, get on the stand, and say namesAll we do is ***** back, and spray planesGive a ***** if nigga hustle or gangbangNigga try to use they muscle and fang fang[black rob]Keep frontin, ima put a crease in your jawMight catch me squeezin the fourMy nigga I go to warAnd if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the storeYall never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlawPredicate assassin, smashinOpen shit, rig scope, focus itGive niggaz what they posed to get (shit)Oppose the clique, I send five close to sixHoodfellaz, thatll come close your shitNiggaz stay with the frozen wristsNow the smoke colored big benz with the top broke offFix your face, we back on the paper chaseNever left, so I aint gotta take your place***** the fake bogus niggaz that aint noticeThe breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga[p. diddy]Well never stop..Well never stop..One of the greatest teams that ever lived..Its like in our blood..We gotta be born this way..Bad boy baby
