Intro: Puff Daddy
 (Don't stop  I'm not finished yet [8x])
 Do you ever ask yourself  when are they ever gonna stop?
 Do you ever ask yourself  when are they gonna stop making those hits?
 Do you ever ask yourself  when are they gonna stop making us dance?
 Do you ever ask yourself
 When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!

 Verse One: Styles Paniro

 I lick shots at intruders
 Take the coke money and invest in computers
 Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
 Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
 But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
 Light another sack for the three time losers
 Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
 Ladies and gentleman
 Bullets will leave you tremblin'
 Shooken up
 I got my cuban mommy cooking up
 We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
 New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
 My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
 Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
 Time to flip the script, bust the whip
 Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
 To the feds, catch me if you can
 I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
 Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
 They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
 So I can hit the boat and take a shower
 Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
 Stack blocks by the keys
 L to the O to the X you'll see

 Chorus: Puff Daddy

 Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
 What you gonna do when they come for you
 (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]

 Interlude: Puff Daddy

 See, it's 1996 man,
 And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
 We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
 FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA

 Verse Two: Jadakiss

 Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
 L to the O, X amount the flows
 Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
 Dot on your head, take all your strength
 Yeah, I'm in it for the green
 I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
 My tape in your duel cassette running me
 Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
 Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
 'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B
 When you want it? now or later?
 I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
 With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks
 Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
 Up north where they bust your man
 In the custom van, interrupt your plans
 Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
 All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
 So let's keep things rationalized
 Everything I write better nationalize
 I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
 Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
 I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
 Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
 It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
 Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
 My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
 Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
 Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch
 Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
 Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
 And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
 Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
 Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Sheek Luchion

 Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck
 So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck
 It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes
 Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes
 So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
 Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor
 Fatigued out in my house or office
 Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this
 (Uh-hun)
 My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
 Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
 Now what you gon' do?
 When they come for you
 The same thing you been doing
 Eye screwing
 And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
 While me and my mans are pursuin'
 Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
 Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion
 So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
 And you'll see how wo lock this

 Chorus

 Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.

 Click, click, uh, uh, uh
 Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
 Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
 Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies
 Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
 Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
 She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
 Dolce and Gabana
 Dippin'
 Big poppa never slippin'
 H-class diamonds shinin'
 Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
 Smoking cigars in Bogota
 With Colombian niggaz named Panama
 And Englique and shit
 Games we play life endin'
 Bitches bending over with ease
 For a pair of Moschino jeans
 And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
 Singles on top
 Benjamins
 Under the rest of 'em
 Advancin'
 >From duplex to mansion
 Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
 VCR's in my V's
 Game elevates, money I make
 Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
 Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
 Discusing plans with my mans
 Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
 That leaves your rear views tremblin'
 What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
 Drop to your knees and show gratitude
 Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
 Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

 Outro:

 You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see