The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for good now
off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who
stay, no abortin' us, no extortin' us Between us we got the mic domain and artillery Therefore, it's all free reign, who's domain When shots ring, who remains, they refrain Who
out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin' the chief out
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street
VIP, D I double D Y Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out Same cat, you know bring all the cars out All our street cats buy all the bars out
way) Nowhere to go (There?s no way out) No way (No way) There?s no way (No way) Nowhere to turn (There?s no way out) It takes heart just to live in these streets
's no way out. No way. No way (No) There's no way No way (No) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: It takes heart just to live in these streets
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Lil' Kim] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out
leather Uh, yeh, uh, yeh, uh, check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna
atlanta remix it had to go down i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown where the people dont visit they move out here and aint no tellin who
when i come thru hit you with the brand new buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2 but you know who who ridin in my passenger side with me flyin
' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out
serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about And while I scope it out I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out
(Ah) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you
yo' door and put you and 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