Intro

Show Me Your Soul .......... P. Diddy, Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell Williams, Loon

La, La, La .......... Jay-Z

Shake Your Tailfeather .......... Nelly, P. Diddy, Murphy Lee

Girl, I'm A Bad Boy .......... Fat Joe & P. Diddy featuring Dre

Keep Giving Your Love To Me .......... Beyonce

Realest N*ggas .......... Notorious B.I.G. & 50 Cent

Flipside .......... Freeway

Pretty Girl Bullsh*t .......... Mario Winans featuring Foxy Brown

Model .......... (Interlude)

Love Don't Love Me .......... Justin Timberlake

Relax Your Mind .......... Loon

Didn't Mean .......... Mary J. Blige

God Sent You .......... (Interlude)

Why .......... Da Band

Shot You .......... (Interlude)

Gangsta Sh*t .......... Snoop Dogg w/ Loon

Wanna Be G's .......... M.O.P. featuring Sheritha Lynch

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P. Diddy, Lenny Kravitz, Loon, Pharell Williams - Show Me Your Soul
from Bad Boy II soundtrack

[Lenny Kravitz also accompanies with guitar]

[Intro: Pharrell Williams] (Diddy in background)
Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen
You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now
(Hey yo check this out)

[Verse: P. Diddy]
Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
My other nigga turned Evangelist
But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit
Fuck the money and the white sand and shit
When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit
Your man talking about Hummers and little cars
That only fit in his little house little garage
His lifestyle is just a little mirage
He the type of cat that never had a menage
Backrub, you know a little massage
Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge
I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars
Leaned back wit a chick smoking on cigars
From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama
The diamond fellow, mami hello
Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow
Pull off your top make it shake like Jello

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] (Lenny Kravitz)
DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door
Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor!
Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control)
GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul!

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Well strip down! (work)
Show me some more! (work)
Is that all you got?! (work)
You got to make me believe it girl! (work)
C'MON NOW!!

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now you're braining it
Lookin like your little sister came that painted it
Slick, like calamari tentacles
Staring at my chain I kicked off your Jimmy Choos
I weigh 155 pound when I'm soaked ma
That Rolls Royce Phantom, it ain't no joke ma
Weed brownie at 2, but I will not smoke ma
Don't talk about licking if it ain't deepthroat ma
I give you great dick, I make your face flip
Then take ya aboard a nigga Spaceship
Star Trak, my fault I mean Mother Ship
Put on the cameras, try it you'll be loving it
And you can bring your girl and we can get on another tit
Me? I'm a Mount Airy fellow
Or down in Florida wit the Maranello
Driving slow watch the mami mouthing "hello"
Get wit ya man if you want love you better
Trying to get +Dirty+ like +Aguilera+
Yep, he's a skater the kids that's rhyming
But I'm also young and rich wit a big ass diamond

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse: Loon]
Hey yo my intro's crazy, I'm in a new Mercedes
Rocks the same colors as daisy's
Y'all niggaz is lazy, I'm on my j-o-b
And that's why ya hate on me
But here's the update, Loon ain't got nothing but cake
And power from here to upstate
Y'all sweet as cupcakes
So why niggaz stay wit tough faces?
I stay trying to figure what Loon and Puff make

[Verse: P. Diddy]
Bitch please! you ain't been in a helicopter
Flying 'round Jesus statue wit a mountain in Brazil
Bitch please! you ain't never been to Guatemala
Eating shrimp by the dollar taking flights to Negril
Bitch please! and you ain't been wit Lenny and Pharrell
Me and Loon in the hills giving mami's the chills
Bitch please! and you ain't never seen a hotter nigga in the game
12 years selling records by the mill, c'mon now

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
Let's work (huh yeah), let's work
Let's work (huh yeah), let's work
Show me your soul! c'mon now!
Show me your soul! c'mon now!
Show me your soul! c'mon now!
Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy!
We wanna see the masses shaking out there
It's getting sexy in here
Alright y'all, alright alright!

[Chorus]

[Outro: P. Diddy]
C'mon and c'mon now
Everybody c'mon and c'mon now
Everybody c'mon and c'mon now
Let's rock, c'mon and c'mon now
Just shake, c'mon and c'mon now
Just stop, c'mon and c'mon now
Just clap, c'mon and c'mon now
Everybody c'mon and c'mon now
Rejoice.. I like the way you looking out there!
I like the way you looking out there!
Don't stop.. and another one, and another one
Bad Boys 2, the Saga Continues!
We won't stop, B.I.G. forever!
Let's go..

thanks to Tiger for submitting the corrections

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke like lalala... (Hooo)
It's the ROC baby sing, Our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the **** (do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)

[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumb
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
He patterns hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-class
Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don't touch, mutha****er think twice
Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?...

[Hook]
To smoke that lalala...(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
It's the ROC mami sing I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
We got brothers full of Army, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If you're a (ten) chances your wit +him+
If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, more like rain man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket Yao Ming!

[Hook]
Still smoking that lalala...
Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala....
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....
It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Forget English talk body language
I be all over mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muh'****as must be smoking a lalala lotta crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that
I'm THE public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya

[Hook]
As we, smoke that lalala...(Hooo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle tha 4 tha 5....(Hooo)
It's the ROC bitch sing, our lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell]
Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh

[Nelly] (P. Diddy)
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun

[P. Diddy]
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go

[Verse 1: Nelly] + (P. Diddy)
Hey girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrolls, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching in every lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
A thug is we then it's only two G
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well

{*Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus*}

[Chorus]
[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
[Nelly] We can even do it slow
[P. D.] We can even do it slow
[Nelly] Take it where you want to go
[P. D.] Take it where you want to go
[Nelly] Just take that ass to the floor
[P. D.] Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather

[Verse 2: P. Diddy] + (Nelly)
Now real girls get down on the floor (on the floor)
Get that money honey act like you know (like you know)
Mama I like how you dance
The way you fit in them pants (Uh)
Enter the floor (Uh) take it low (Uh) girl do it again (Uh)
You know I love that (I love that)
Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at?)
It's Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Nelly how you love that? (Shit uh ohhhhhh)
Come on, we got another one player
>From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player?
Baby you impressive let's get
To know each other
You the best of the best and
You got to love it in the dresses, the sexiest
I had to tell her she's a young Janet Jackson live in living color
Look here momma you're dead wrong for having them pants on
Capri's cut low so when you shake it I see you're thong
My pocket's full of dough shake your feathers till the morning
It's Bad Boy and Nelly man somebody better warn them

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mike still on

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee] + (Nelly)
Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nelly]
Oh no I heard them bad boys coming
Can't stop now
Got to continue my running (yea)
Because we go party till them lights come on
And then my song start thumping because my mic still on (man)

[Outro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[P. Diddy]
Terror Squad...Bad Boy...Joey Crack

[Chorus: Dre]
Girl I gotta do what I gotta do
Change my life (Change my life)
Make things right (Make things right)
And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do
Risk my life (Risk my life)
In the late night (In the late night)
Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
But for now I gotta hug the block
I know you sick of visits from undercover cops
Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box
Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks
I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real
Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal
I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up
What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up
I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry'
How you think you got that rainbow Louis
Not with a legal job's salary

[chorus: Dre]

[Verse 2: P. Diddy]
Ma' we got you stuck off the realness
You know the infamous
You heard of us
It's your Bad Boy business men
Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins
Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon
Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin'
To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands
Spend your whole life with stylin'
With that light that got me
Through it all you was right behind me
And ma' I know I gotta change
But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things
It's not the same
Girl with me you can achieve whatever
But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

[Chorus: Dre] + (adlibs from Fat Joe and P. Diddy)

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now we livin up in Ja-sery
In the t.v. in the car got the game on starrin' Marbury
And your ring gotta rock the size of strawberries
Everything that you want I got it don't worry
And I know it ain't about the chips
Just my way of sayin thanks for the years you put up with my shit
I had to change like the chorus said
And I'm reminded why everytime we do our thing in the waterbed
To me this is more than head
It's more than a crush
It's all about us
It's love and trust
Took the time out to make things right
It may seem nice
But I'm gonna be a Bad Boy for life

[Chorus: Dre]

[P. Diddy]
Joey Crack
They call me Diddy
Cool and Dre
Bad Boys 2 the Soundtrack
Good lookin' Joe
Terror Squad baby
Bad Boy Collabo
Yeah, and we won't stop

Hey yo B
This a good look right here, yeah
Bad boy baby,uh
Hey yo B

I've been wanting to explain to
you what it is that you do to me
Got me open I am so in love with loving you
Touching places no one else has
ever made me feel incredible
When you touch me I feel sexy
No one else like you

Got me going off all the love you give me
I'll be crazy to a love one to lead
I love the way your hands belong over they
Please dont say your gonna stop loving me
[chorus]
ooh, keep giving your love to me
ooh, keep giving your love to me
ooh, when your giving your love to me
ooh, its like your making love to me
ooh, keep giving your love to me
ooh, keep giving your love to me
ooh, the way your giving your love to me
ooh, its like your making love to me

I lose all control when you are
here and baby it amazes me
How could someone be so sexy
and love like you dooooo
Baby do you understand the power
that you posses over me
can you take this feeling
and I don't think I want to

Got me going off all the love you give me
I'll be crazy to a love one to lead
I love the way your hands belong over they
Please don't say your gonna stop loving me

[chorus]

Its crazy how much I'm in love with you
This some kind you love me the way you do
Don't want no love but love but you
Cos no one else has ever made me feel this good

[chorus]

making love to me
making love to me
making love to me
making love to me
making love to me
me, me, me

Notorious B.I.G. & 50 Cent - Realest Niggas

[P.Diddy]
{*gunshot*}
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration

[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha

[Chorus]

[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH!
Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!
Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?)
Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la
FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama
Get wild! Okay

[Freeway]
Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga!
Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
Post up, fans suffer circle the block
Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area!
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move the rocks in your area!
Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
What? My glock carry heavy rounds
Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
What? You better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy
Best believe there's Trojans involved
Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

[Chorus: Freeway]
We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the place
GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
is all it takes to make her skate
FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass
is all it takes to make the block
GET WILD (get wild) park keys and a little bit of cheese
is all it takes to make her leave

[Peedi Crakk]
With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s)
Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze
with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe)
I ain't Hov', I just know what I know
I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill
Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills
I, can't deny how the mamis feel
Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl
P. Crakk and I ain't for play
I got a mack that'll change your day
Fall back, get your act in tact
P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest
And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us
Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in
Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring
The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king
And we..

[Chorus]

[Freeway]
Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group?
Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk
She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof
Up on her cell phone, "Freeway got me in the squadder
He a rider, from the block to the booth"
I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come
Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done
But let her spend the night, all night
Cause the heat call me a liar
She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah
Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state
And travel across state, with things taped to her waist
Mami wanna ride with pa
Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas
And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch
Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage
Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch

[Chorus]

Mario Winans Featuring Foxy Brown - Pretty Girl Bullshit
from Bad Boy II Soundtrack

[Intro: Mario Winans] (Foxy) {Puffy}
Oh baby, I can't live with you I can't live without you {yeah}
Live with you I can't live without you, babe {I like this}
Oh babe, oh I can't live with you I can't live without you babe
(Bad Boy baby!) {Bad Boy} (Uh, oh) {yeah, yeah! Let's go}

[Foxy Brown] {Puffy}
I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff (uh huh) {yeah}
Move ya bloodclot 'fore I cock the fifth! {uh huh}
Had a bitch in my '03 six
Had a hoe rockin' my red gold Cartier on her wrist, now
Think about it while the streets you roam
Fuck around, won't be shiiit in the crib when you get home
I roll with Sean Combs (uh huh), I'm in Caprice {that's right}
Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone {let's go}
Bad Boy come through in the toy {Bad Boy baby}
And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi
Ooh {ohh}, y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabann' (now) {yeah}
And what the fuck he on?!
Stop your bloodclot crying 'fore these plates start flying {heh heh}
I'm a Bad girl, illest bitch grinding {Bad Girl}
Sean John Rolls hold chocolate diamonds, owww! {let's go, Mario}

[Mario Winans]
What am I to do, when you act a fool
Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you
Now baby that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue
What you had in me, too fine to see
And I don't really wanna be baby

[1 - Mario Winans]
What's the reason you want me
Girl the truth is you need me
First you say that you trust me
then you go and betray me
Now I took all I can
And I know I'm a good man
God I wash my hands, make another plan
Cos I don't really wanna stay baby

[Chorus: Mario Winans]
So if you wanna go, walk right out that door
Cos I don't want no more, of your pretty girl bull-ish
If you wanna leave, it's okay with me
Matter of fact I'm begging please
Take your pretty girl bull

[Mario Winans]
Now this is number two, them chance I gave to you
You said it was the end, but here we go again
I thought I was a friend, not just another man
While holding hands, you don't understand
and I don't really get you baby

[1]

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Foxy Brown] {Puffy}
{Aiyyo, aiyyo Fox}
Now the tables dun turned and duke fell off {yeah}
But I'm stylin' you seen Fox cover the Source {you see it}
Y'all see the G5, y'all see me come through {yeah}
verr' nice crib and a nurr' blue five {uh huh}
Y'all see the G4 {you see it, yeah}
Duke come out the hood, let me take you on a Tito borough tour {c'mon}
Y'all don't want a bitch in Juicy Couture {no you don't}
You'd rather fuck a hoe in a Reebok velour {haha}
But I'm a bad girl, whips to crashing {yeah, Bad Girl}
Y'all know how Fox do it with the Sean John fashion {that's right}
So tell me why you continue to lie {why}
I seen the bitch in the seven fourty five L.I. now {uh huh}
Just tell me why I continue to try {uh huh}
Full of bullshit, he acting like a star can't cry {c'mon man}
He acting like I'm blind {what}
And how he doing this bullshit
acting like I ain't get the nigga fly {let's go}

[Chorus] - repeat w/ ad libs to fade

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Thanks to Bruce Hackfeldt for submitting the lyrics

Five foot nine
She's got legs for days
Green eyes that cut like a knife in
Her own little sexy suede (ooh)

She don't waste no time
Moving to the floor (to the floor)
And when she starts to move
She has you callin' your momma saying you wanna go home

Baby tell me why cant I have you (cant I have you)
Why you running girl
I just wanted to love you (lets go)
I love you baby I love you I love you baby I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you baby I want you I want you baby I want you
But I guess love don't love me (oooohh)

It's okay to be scared (ahh)
Cause this girl is super bad (baby)
She will probably be the best thing that you never had (best thing you never had)
Don't waste no time (waste your time)
Trying to make her your own (yeah)
Cause what she says goes
And like Boyz II Men said this is the end of the road (ahh)

Baby tell me (tell me) why can't I have you (why cant I have you)
Why you running girl (why you running girl)
I just wanted to love you
I love you baby I love (love you) you I love (love you) you baby I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me (don't have the time for me yeah)
I want you baby I want you (want you) I want you baby I want you (want you)
But I guess love don't love me (oooohh)

Baby you said you loved me
(You said you loved me)
But you led me on and you're feeling strong (feeling so strong about)
But I can't take no more so I'm gonna leave you alone
Girl I'm gone girl I'm gone (ohhh)
What's it gonna take (hey) to get you to love me baby
Cause I can't (oohhh) take it anymore
(Take it no more)
What's it gonna be
I'm for sure ya know, whats it gonna take to get you
To love me baby (baby what's it gonna take yeah) cause I can't take it anymore
(Can't take it no more) it's gonna be cause I'm for sure ya know

I love you baby I love you I love you baby I love you
But I guess you don't have time for me
I want you baby I want you I want you baby I want you
But I guess love don't love me (oooh)
(Repeat three more times)

You know what? Screw you

But I guess love don't love me

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now

[Loon]
This is what they wanna hear right here

[Chorus - Loon]
Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D
B-O-Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

[Loon]
Check it out, cause I been stackin dough
Been mackin hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos
Nigga you's a simp, cause your smack the hos (yeah)
And lose your temper like John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats
Remember the time when I didn't use to rap
You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past
As far as the street, I already proved that fact
Not to be rude, but I ain't in the mood for that
Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things
Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, worse than my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin

[Chorus] (*starts with "girl" instead of "yo"*)

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah, come on now

[Loon]
Now what's your forte, chicks they all say
That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day
This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay
When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway
Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway
Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day
Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play
Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I know you eager to leave this hot town
Know how you feel we can leave or not now
First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now
Walls got knocked down, when I layed my cock down
Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round
I can't believe that you screamin cop now

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[P. Diddy - talking behind chorus]
Yeah, come on now

[Loon]
Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic
(P Diddy: That's right, +I Need a Girl Part I and Part II+, that's right)
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody +Needed a Girl+ but who asked her
You was scared, basically you wasn't prepared
To gettin married and havin a couple of chirls
I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned
About how nice your ice, or the money you earn
I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s
So you just start pullin on blunts, I've been high
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly

[P. Diddy]
Come on now

[Loon]
Definitely real, (yeah) spend time in Beverly Hills (break it down)
Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills
I've got a debt to fulfill
Front, I'm a definitely kill
I might peel hole left of your grill
With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty
Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me
Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me
Niggaz keep frontin like Loon won't get dirty

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Relax your mind
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy,
Yeah, let's go
yeah, c'mon
Bad Boy baby, yeah

[P. Diddy - talking]
One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this
I see you Loon (*echo*)
Come on, come on now
I don't think they heard you
Tell 'em one more time

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, what's the name
Bad Boy, YEAH
Relax your mind
Bad Boy baby, and we don't stop

[P. Diddy - talking]
Cause we can't stop
And we won't stop cause we can't stop
Ya'll remember that
Yeah it's still there, it's still there
Ten years later ..
Your our future Loon, let's go boy
Let's go, yeah, let's go
This goes out to Harlem
I see you Harlem, that's where we from

1st Verse: Baby don't, don't go. You know I need you so. Sometimes my pride gets in the
way. I say things that I don't mean when I think your hurting me. I love you more and more each day, each day.

Chorus: I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't want, I don't want you to say goodbye. I didn't, I
didn't mean to make you sad. Your the best love I ever had. And nothin', and nothin' goin' to tear us apart.
And for this, and for this love we work so hard. And can we, can we try to work it out. I'm yours all yours
with out a doubt.

2nd Verse: I know that living wit me can sometimes be unhappy but I really need you in my life, yeah. Cause
every part of me you totaly complete. Remember to make me your wife? Please and...

Chorus: I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't want, I don't want you to say goodbye. I didn't, I
didn't mean to make you sad. Your the best love I ever had. And nothin', and nothin' goin' to tear us apart.
And for this, and for this love we work so hard. And can we, can we try to work it out. I'm yours all yours
with out a doubt.

[Musical Interlude]

Repeat Chorus 1x

[Musical Interlude 2]

Repeat Chorus 1x

Bridge: Were only human baby, were gonna make mistakes boy I really need for you to forgive me. (I need you to
forgive me). We can't let this love go. I love you more than you know. I really need for you to forgive me.
(Forgiiive me...)

[Thanks to trinirudegwal@yahoo.com for lyrics]

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[Dylan talking]
Out and about
And I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent
Which is the Devil, and Satan, and ??? a thousand years
See

[Choppa]
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy
Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still
I look out for tha one the knocks

[Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah]
So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why
Why he knockin' at my door, my door
Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me
Could you tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for
Tell me what he huntin' me for
Could you tell me, tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for

[Fredrick]
You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filty slang
Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box
With three macks and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops
It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop

[Chorus]

[Elliot Ness] Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures
[Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn
[B] And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn
[EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
[EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz
[Both] In memory of
[EN] Death to the powers that be
[EN] See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me
[EN] Somebody is constanly watching and following me
[EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[EN] Forget about reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my grind
[EN] Satan in the back of my mind
[EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
[EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing]
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop
Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go
Yea, get off me, get off me
You know what team I'm on
One life, One God, One family, Bad Boy
I'm like Micheal baby
Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me
I see all you Devils out there
You'll never stop us
Da Band, 2003, The next generation
Yea, and we won't stop

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Snoop Dogg Featuring Loon - Gangsta Shit
from Bad Boy II Soundtrack

[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble
This is somethin new
Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$
I mean what do you mean, what do you mean
This is only the beginnin (Doggystyle, Bad Boy)

[Snoop Dogg]
It's a quarter past one, but it feel like two
Hey young Puff, what you want your big homey ta do?
Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb
It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb
Click, clack on you fags, now I'm back in the burbs
I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms
The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve
To get this money with my niggaz that bird the birds
Word to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard
You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that)
Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight
Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight
I got a show I gotta do out in Miami tonight
With some Columbian friends of mine
Maybe we'll spend some time
Choppin up some million dollar shit up outta crime a mine

[Snoop Dogg - Chorus] - 2X
And you don't quit
Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit
And you don't stop
(*two gun shots*) nigga what? nigga huh?

[Loon]
Uh, yeah, Loon
Niggaz act like niggaz ain't clap at nigga before
Like Loon never punch nigga in the jaw
Nigga quick too pop shit, never been in a war
Nigga get on my hot chick, start bendin the law
He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store
Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more
He them grimey ass niggaz with the scent of a whore
Tryin a scheme on a nigga, that's clean
Think I'm gonna scream, but a Loon on some green nigga
Infer red beam, malign nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do around Mase
You better check my forte, Loon got all yahs
On Broadway they givin nigga royal all day
I ran through the game like Christian Foria
How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me

[P. Diddy]
Come on now

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy - talking behind chorus]
That's right
C'mon, yeah
Let's ride

[Snoop Dogg]
Shoot 'em up bang bang, yeah it's a cold thang
Diddy want Doggy to get in my baby body man
Diddy got it man, tryin a feel up his body man
With a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*)
A matter fact he gettin potty trained
Livin with his momma man
Stressed and pain, no gain
No fame, for a nigga like the D-O
Put a couple holes in your loud mouth zero

If you step to us, she'll get fucked up quick
We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch
Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away
(P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch)

When I pull out my nine and pop some times
When you see my clique in this bitch we kickin it
Dogg's be rippin this
Slip a clip in it, flip the script and then
I'm the rap nigga bangin that here (here)

[Chorus] - 6X - w/ ad libs

[Snoop Dogg - talking behind Chorus - w/ variations]
Ride, ride ya'll
Ride, ride ya'll
Bad Boy II
(Fuck the world)

Ride on a nigga, like bang on a nigga - repeated until end

[Female voice - harmonizes with chorus and by herself, until the end]

[P. Diddy - talking] - w/ variations
Nigga what? Nigga huh? - repeated
Doggystyle, Bad Boy
It's just the beginnin motherfuckers
Yeah, been doin this shit for decades ..

[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Bang, bang
Ya don't quit
Ya don't stop
Pop, pop nigga
(watch out, watch out)
Shot 'em down, leave 'em on the ground for my homies
Nigga be actin like hoes
(*two gun shots*)

[Intro] - w/ variations
(*singing of "Oh", repeated in background of Intro*)
Yeah, nigga
(*laughing*), yeah
One time nigga, First Family
Yeah, uh
This one's a banger nigga
Please believe it ain't fake
Yeah, let's go

[Chorus]
All you wanna be G's, pants background
We're back now, it's the legendary send up Murry
No, cock and have locked down
M.O.P. will eat on the block now
If not we'll pop rounds
Every since the family came, we've maintained
A strange but a strong game

[Billy Danze]
And who's first up to bat, Fox

[Sheritha Lynch]
Excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don't confuse me
with any other chick (CHICK), this is not my thing (THING)
I was kinda pushed by Billy and Fame
Ya'll know my work, I punch big bouncers in they faces
Put grimy little bitches in they places
My dogs is the aces, me renegade Queen of Spades
This M.O.P. shit will never fade, be afraid
(Billy Danze: Slow down Fox, your killin 'em)
I did it again
She ain't gotta know how to fight, she know how to win
You know what (what?), ya'll niggaz pretend like thugs
I know how to send, I know how to defend my love
Look ya'll wanna run (run), go head and run (clear)
(Not in our house), (send) (not about black) and
Ya'll know what, ya'll niggaz ain't ready for this shit
(nigga), Fox (Fox)

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
Try to remember Danze (Danze) doin the unthinkable
(FIRST FAMILY), we unsinkable
(M.O.P.), outta the ordinary
For cats that grip gats and sell back commisary
The street's still lovin me
But see the ode, still buggin me
Cause I'm still Price Thuggery
Fuck with me if you wanna
I'm not reponsible for my actions, when I'm backed into a corner
My love's up the hill, my heart's in the Ville
I'll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner Bill
I'm actually a nice guy, you see how I get down to
I can be a little bit destructive when I want to
It's the (WARRIORZ), always, all day
These M.O.P. cats, back on the block to play
You might wanna duck that little play thing, no it's just a flame
You love it when we runnin where your playin, nigga

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
You ungrateful bastards
How many niggaz gotta fall off
Before you realize that we all we got
It's the M.O.Pizzo, where ya bo dizzo
If it's yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo
Givin it up to Biggie Smalls, last king of New York
They underground but they all crack with New York
Real G's, royalties of New York
So niggaz get robbed in they own PJ's for bling bling in New York
Look ya'll (ya'll) niggaz (niggaz) better recognize
We still live for the N, yes for your exercise
And break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump
Better chill with the propaganda before I just start your throne
I'm like a pitbull trained and programmed to kill
Out on the prowl, cat huntin motherfucker so stop frontin
Yo Big Fox tell 'em (they already know)
And if you don't know, then your ass gonna learn

[Chorus] - 2X

(*humming noise, mixed in with "oh" from the Intro*)

[Outro - Talking] - w/ variations
Nigga, oh oh, nigga
Fuck what?
What the fuck did you just put on
Crack-O!
Yeah, Crack-O
M, dot, O, dot, P dot
I will fuck you up nigga (*laughing*)
YEAH