Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob
 Where Black Rob at?
 PD world tourer , Harlem horror
 We back
 Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
 So what you gon do now?
 Sorry, let's go

 CHORUS: P Diddy
 Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops
 Snatchin all props
 Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly
 But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody)
 We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here
 And we come to lock it down this year
 So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado)
 You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest

 [Black Rob]
 I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror
 Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
 The underworld figure , mo morals
 Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas
 I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
 That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted
 The wizard like Juwan Howard
 I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power
 It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin
 My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island
 I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you
 Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu
 B.R., natural born threat
 He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet
 Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon
 To the death, till one of us got no breath left
 Protect that neck

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 [Black Rob]
 I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you
 Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles
 At last stuck you, and your so called team
 Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen
 Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green
 Watching my cream, stopping my cream
 Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all
 I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit
 Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it
 Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics
 And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it
 That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel
 Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel
 Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status
 Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us
 We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough
 And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough
 You'd be the same baby

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 [P Diddy]
 Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me
 Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy
 Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon
 If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron
 But unfortunately it's that war outside
 And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride
 They call me PD, holy like Koran
 Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don
 Fucking ghetto Don Juan
 Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure
 Might have to check a few cats for good measure
 Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly
 What I gotta do sell another ten milly
 It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down
 It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it
 Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business
 Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin)
 Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya
 Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula
 And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe
 Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here

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