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Artist:P. Diddy F/ Loon, Marsha
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Track:On Top
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:Yeah [3x]

Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me,
right, Loon goin south paw (that's right)
It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's
Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right)
I fuck with niggas
but it's something about y'all (uh huh)
Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all
I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your
friends be without y'all (that's right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you
niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some
Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we
do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin

[Chorus Marsha 2x]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)

Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)

[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing
clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the
same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)

Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and still want
more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still can't stand to see blacks
y'all still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
Still platinum back
in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve n (yeah)
I still got
rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)

(Let's go)

[Chorus 2x]

Aiyo, besides all the money
and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not me,
I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream Hey Papi (that's right)
I love when a chick
leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah)
can't top me

[P. Diddy]
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
we multiply, nigga we don't die
Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
But nigga
can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive
The judge said not guilty and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
Niggas need a hit it's to
me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)

C'mon, man
(let's go)

[Chorus 4x]

We got some, real niggas, real blingas,
real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin)
won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won't stop
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