Intro: Puff Daddy
  
  (Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
  Do you ever ask yourself,
  When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
  
  Verse One: Styles Paniro
  
  I lick shots at intruders
  Take the coke money and invest in computers
  Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
  Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
  But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
  Light another sack for the three time losers
  Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
  Ladies and gentleman
  Bullets will leave you tremblin'
  Shooken up
  I got my cuban mommy cooking up
  We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
  New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
  My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
  Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
  Time to flip the script, bust the whip
  Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
  To the feds, catch me if you can
  I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
  Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
  They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
  So I can hit the boat and take a shower
  Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
  Stack blocks by the keys
  L to the O to the X you'll see
  
  Chorus: Puff Daddy
  
  Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
  What you gonna do when they come for you
  (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]
  
  Interlude: Puff Daddy
  
  See, it's 1996 man,
  And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
  We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
  FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA
  
  Verse Two: Jadakiss
  
  Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
  L to the O, X amount the flows
  Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
  Dot on your head, take all your strength
  Yeah, I'm in it for the green
  I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
  My tape in your duel cassette running me
  Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
  Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
  'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B
  When you want it? now or later?
  I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
  With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks
  Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
  Up north where they bust your man
  In the custom van, interrupt your plans
  Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
  All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
  So let's keep things rationalized
  Everything I write better nationalize
  I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
  Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
  I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
  
  Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
  It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
  Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
  My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
  Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
  Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
  Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
  Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
  And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
  Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
  Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
  
  Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck
  So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck
  It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes
  Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes
  So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
  Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor
  Fatigued out in my house or office
  Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this
  (Uh-hun)
  My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
  Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
  Now what you gon' do?
  When they come for you
  The same thing you been doing
  Eye screwing
  And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
  While me and my mans are pursuin'
  Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
  Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion
  So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
  And you'll see how wo lock this
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
  
  Click, click, uh, uh, uh
  Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
  Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
  'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
  Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies
  Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
  Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
  She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
  Dolce and Gabana
  Dippin'
  Big poppa never slippin'
  H-class diamonds shinin'
  Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
  Smoking cigars in Bogota
  With Colombian niggaz named Panama
  And Englique and shit
  Games we play life endin'
  Bitches bending over with ease
  For a pair of Moschino jeans
  And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
  Singles on top
  Benjamins
  Under the rest of 'em
  Advancin'
  >From duplex to mansion
  Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
  VCR's in my V's
  Game elevates, money I make
  Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
  Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
  Discusing plans with my mans
  Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
  That leaves your rear views tremblin'
  What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
  Drop to your knees and show gratitude
  Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
  Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
  
  Outro:
  
  You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see