Текст песни P. Diddy - If You Want This Money
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You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x)Yeah![Morock]This is for the niggas who ain`t got shit to loveI cripple thugs, just becauseYou not Jada but you could, kiss the slugsUntil your place hit upRap niggas in the studio, wasting bucksYou`re better off making sure papi know your name wellGuess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sellsNow believe it, better place checksBad Boy, big things nigga, HF[Classy Freddie Blassy]I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crimeConstantly non-stop, when they on the climbAnd BK, no such thing, it`s darkThe sun go down, the tool start to sparkOutline in chalk, moms lift the partCases handle in the street, motherfuck the courtShouldn`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walkIt`s The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y`all thought?[G. Dep - Chorus]Now if you want this money babyThen I guess you in the right placeAnd if your mind ain`t right sugarThen you need to get up outta my faceSo what`s the deal?Cant` ya see how a nigga feel?And let me know if you gon` ride tonightCause this paper we makin` is real, all day[Verse]It`s like that y`all (that y`all)Don`t get it twisted with the rap y`all (rap y`all)Still walk around with the gat y`all (gat y`all)Don`t make me have to point it at y`all (at y`all)And clap y`all (clap y`all)That`s how I see things goin`Chains showin`, rings glowin`, Range Rovin`And my nigga push ki`s like BeethovenIt`s gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open[P. Diddy]And here we go {overlaps Verse`s last line}Aiyyo, let`s get it where it needs to beTuned in to the, P-the-D, please believeI told y`all it`s on for lifeThe only bars I ever be behind is the one`s I co-writeHold it down, hold the crownWhat I gotta brag for? Y`all should know by nowCats talk this and that, so we rip the trackThis a fact, it`s a wrap, uh!(Chorus)[G. Dep]Yo, yoNiggas mad at the fact we badMan I won`t stop like a New York taxicabIf your shit wack, we burnIf you got beef, we come back like a tax returnWe get money, hold money, no quotasWe gon` fuck around and do this murder, no motiveAiyyo, I burn moreWait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)Cause you a turn-off[Poppa Sims]Numb in my veinsAnd bought enough to numbin` the brainLovin` the brain, let a slob till it`s come and arrangeStrollin` the block, honey holdin` the glock1-9, come on baby, it`s crunch timeIn a truck blue, yellin` my fuck you`sDoin` a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug GhoulsHuggin` the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the streetCome on, I can make dessert outta beef(Chorus - till fade)