Текст песни P. Diddy f Busta Rhymes, M.O.P. - We Invented the Remix
P. Diddy f Busta Rhymes, M.O.P. - We Invented the Remix слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Intro: P. Diddy] (Busta Rhymes)Stick `em up!As we proceedStick em up motherfuckers!To give you what you needPut your hands in the airIt`s star time (Bring the fire along, c`mon)We still here (Bring the fire along, c`mon) It`s star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)MotherfuckersYeah, c`mon[P. Diddy]I`m the definition of - fuck it y`all already knowI stack heavy doe, sell out every showIt`ll never die, we liveAnd we gon stay big time `til it`s time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)Get a grip, Bad Boy never slipWe, runnin strips while y`all runnin lipsHaters wanna stop my luteThey don`t want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suitsP.D. increase the heat in ya streetsKeep ya tapes on rewind, CD`s on repeatMy mental, more older, jewellery, more colderGot a lot like its `97 all overYou know what I came to do; change the rulesEven when I stand still I`m makin movesI, paid my dues as soon as I stepped inP. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven[Chorus 2x]Throw your hands up in the air nowWe`re gonna hit you with the heatFor the streetsThrow your hands up in the air nowWe won`t stopIt`s Bad Boy For Life[Lil` Fame] (Billy Danze)M.O.P.!Catch me walking on the wildness side of your blockYo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs(Yo, is that who I think it is?)You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazinRespect our hood because the clove is a ghettoBut niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos(It`s Lil` Fame and them!)Remember them niggas from the hill up in BrownsvilleWe still bangin `em!Ahhhhhhhhhhh![Billy Danze] (Lil` Fame)Sound the alarmIt`s the First Family and we`re back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)Nuke those justice, it`s the worlds, famous, fast Caress` streetVow, to keep the homies proud in the streetTo make our music loud and stomp over beatsLike (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!Yeah, we ain`t goin nowhere[Chorus 2x][Busta Rhymes]Niggas put a hundred grand upStand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands upHate if you want and front like you ain`t wit it, niggaI bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, niggaMore rugged nigga, heat for the trackI`m like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the backNow let me add a couple G`s to the stackI know we got you dumb and how we put this together And run when you didn`t even see it comingBack the fire armor and pop your carNigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitarWe be them zero tolerance niggasI`ll turn on your ass, bitchAnd melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo` ass bitchRelax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heatWith cycles with lyrics right from the streetI`m sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?[Chorus 2x]