Yeah can you hear me? Yeah   There's certain things in life that you can stop   And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped   Let's go      And now for your bad Bad Boys   Starting at guard      Y'all niggaz still talkin'?   Oh, you got a little name little fame little fortune   What you have is a portion   'Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and      So you better use caution, knowin' I'm the boss and   I'm sittin' on pyramids, flossin'   I don't really gotta talk, son   I can get lost and sit back livin' off endorsements      I'm a pro, kid   Why you actin' like you don't really know, kid?   Any records I broke it   Through the fame and the stardom   Makin' my mark on Harlem like Poe did      I said, here's your eviction notice   But you probably already know this   I don't mean to be greedy   But turn on your TV, I picked up your CD, P D      This is gruesome   Niggaz always grab that mic   And salt like they really gon' do some'   What's wrong with you, son?   Oh, you got a new gun   Do you know how to use one?      Then you livin' an illusion, livin' in a used one   While I'm in The Limited, cruisin'   You ain't really got a crew, son   You givin' them amusement   Fuck what your Comic Views meant      Youse a smoke head   I've been doin' this since this Pro-Ked   Broke breads with the coke heads   Been down, still I get around   Like a nigga with broke legs on a moped      I said, "I'm a Top Gun like Gossett   Run and get your CD and cassette"   Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip   But they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep      Why niggaz lie like that?   Know they ain't fly like that   Niggaz get fried like that   And you don't wanna die like that   Have your momma cryin' like that      Besides all that, I'm in to get it fryin' like that   Still on the block and move pies like that   Never my life dealt with guys that rap   In fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sad      Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up   Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up   Body get ripped up and then sewed up   Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed up      We don't play games, get on the stand and say names   All we do is cock back and spray planes   Give a fuck if nigga hustle or gang bang   Nigga try to use they muscle and fang fang      Keep frontin', I'ma put a crease in your jaw   Might catch me squeezin' the four   My nigga, I go to war and if a nigga want the raw   You still gotta come in the store      Y'all never had a run in before   With the likes of an outlaw   Predicate assassin', smashin'   Open shit, rig scope, focus it   Give niggaz what they 'posed to get      Oppose the clique, I send five close to six   Hood fellaz, that'll come close your shit   Niggaz stay with the frozen wrists   Now the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke off      Fix your face, we back on the paper chase   Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place   Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice   The breadwinner, three-six-five, I stay focused, nigga      We'll never stop, we'll never stop   One of the greatest teams that ever lived   It's like in our blood   We gotta be born this way   Bad Boy, baby