Bad Boy For Life (Remix)

[Intro: Diddy & Busta Rhymes]

Oww!

Stick 'em up!

As we proceed (Stick 'em up, motherfuckers, yeah)

To give you what you need (Put your hands in the air, come on)

It's star time (We still here)

Ring the fire alarm, come on (It's star time)

Ring the fire alarm, come on (Bad Boy, baby—we lifers, baby)

Ring the fire alarm, come on (For life, yeah)

Bad Boy (Yeah, come on)

M.O.P. (Come on, motherfuckers)

Busta Rhymes (Come on)

Haha! Yeah, yeah, come on

[Verse 1: Diddy]

I'm the definition of... Fuck it, y'all already know (Yeah)

I stack heavy dough (Uh-huh), sell out every show (Come on)

It'll never die—we live

And we gon' stay big-time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever)

Get a grip – Bad Boy never slip (Come on)

We runnin' strips while y'all runnin' lips (Yeah)

Haters wanna stop my loot

They don't want me wearin' Sean John, they want me wearin' lawsuits

P. D. increase the heat in your streets

Keep your tapes on rewind (Come on), CDs on repeat (Uh-huh)

My mental more older (What), jewelry more colder (Yeah)

Got it locked like it's '97 all over

You know what I came to do (Ugh) – Change the rules

Even when I stand still (Ugh), I'm makin' moves

I paid my dues

As soon as I stepped in –

P. Diddy, a.k.a. "News at Eleven," bitch (Leading story, motherfuckers)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Diddy; Diddy]

Throw your hands up in the air now (Haha)

We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad Boy)

For the streets (Throw your hands up)

Throw your hands up in the air now

We won't stop (We lifers, baby! Bad Boy!)

It's Bad Boy for life

Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy, throw hands up)

We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad, Bad Boy, throw your hands up)

For the streets

Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy)

We won't stop (Without further ado)

It's Bad Boy For Life (It's my pleasure to introduce to you)

[Break: Diddy & Lil' Fame]

M! (Yeah!) O! (Yeah!) P! (Yeah!)

Come on! (Yo!)

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze, & Diddy]

Catch me walking on the wildest side of your block, I bang mine (Yeah)

Niggas showing me hood love, throwing up gang signs

(Ayo, is that who I think it is?) You see it

Brooklyn military (Oh!) remains in blaze

And respect all hoods 'cause the globe is a ghetto

But niggas start switchin' like hoes in stilettos

(Yep, that's Lil' Fame and them!)

"Remember them niggas from the Hill, up in Brownsville?"

(Uh-huh) We still bangin' 'em! Ahh!

[Verse 3: Billy Danze & Lil' Fame]

Sound the alarm

It's the First Family, and we're back to drop bombs

Boom! (Napalm) Dupe those jesters

It's the world's (World's) famous (Famous) firearm caressers

We vow (Vow) to keep the homies proud in the street

To make our music loud and stomp over beats, like—

(Ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!

Yeah (Yeah!) Yeah! We ain't goin nowhere (Oww!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Diddy; Diddy]

Throw your hands up in the air now

We're gonna hit you with the heat  (Bad Boy)

For the streets (Yeah)

Throw your hands up in the air now

We won't stop (We lifers, baby)

It's Bad Boy for life

Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy, come on)

We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad, Bad Boy, throw your hands up)

For the streets (Yeah, come on)

Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad Bad, Boy)

We won't stop (Woop, woop)

It's Bad Boy for life (Woop, woop)

[Break: Busta Rhymes & Diddy]

Yeah! Yeah!

Come on! Yeah! Busta!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Niggas, put a hundred grand up (Grand up!) – stand up

Before I stick your bitch-ass, you better put your hands up (Hands up!)

(Come on, come on, come on, come on...)

Hate if you want, and front like you ain't wit' it, nigga

I'll bust your motherfuckin' head with a skillet, nigga

More rugged-nigga heat for the track (Hunh)

I'm like a pick-up truck with broken concrete in the back (Ha!)

Now, let me add a couple G's to the stack

I know we got you dumbin'

How we put this together and the world ain't even see it coming (Ha)

Back the firearm and pop your car

Nigga, watch me shatter (Huh) your windshield with a rock guitar (Ha)

We be them zero-tolerance niggas—I'll turn on your ass, bitch (Ha)

And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin' yo' ass, bitch

Relax, bitch! (Come on!) The fact is we trifle with heat (Ha, huh)

Disciples with lyrics that rifle the street (Ha)

I'm sayin' – (Yes, we come to put the shit down)

Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down—one!

[Chorus]

Throw your hands up in the air now

We're gonna hit you with the heat

For the streets

Throw your hands up in the air now

We won't stop

It's Bad Boy For Life

Throw your hands up in the air now

We're gonna hit you with the heat

For the streets

Throw your hands up in the air now

We won't stop

It's Bad Boy For Life

[Outro]

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy

M.O.P

Busta Rhymes

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy

M.O.P. (Brooklyn)

Busta Rhymes

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy (Come on)

M.O.P

Busta Rhymes

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy (Come on)

M.O.P

Busta Rhymes

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy

M.O.P

Busta Rhymes

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Ring the fire alarm

Bad Boy