[P. Diddy]
'Ey, yo, what's up, playboy?
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me, a'ight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
Call up the rest of the crew
I'll see you there
[Big Azz Ko]
Yo, I got the call from Sean, he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there, it was gone
Hold on, say, word, you got to be joking
Don't worry about it, done, I'm on the next thing smoking
Hit Bristal up on the speed dial
Yo, these funny talkin' cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down, nigga, round up the team
I'mma head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things and rope to climb walls
Infrared vision, ear plugs and all
Digital surveillance linked with laptops
Express mail it to me [incomprehensible]
[Bristal]
I'm splurtin' for certain, Bris-pro working
Searchin', dippin', curvin', breakin' clean outta virgin
From servin' here, Rob, certain I'm burnin'
On my way from Mount Vernon
Swervin' a stretch bourbon
Identity of this man that look Persian
Hey, yo, we gotta get'em
I wanna know where they came from
Or who sent them
First nigga to find them better bend'em
'Cause I just spoke to Polly Fontaine
Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the same
So y'all niggas better get on point
[P. Diddy]
Well, it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well, let's see how Robbie-O handles this one
Bad boys, watch your backs
Watch your backs, bad boys
[Black Rob]
Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight-fourty-six
I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across Exxon by the Shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when your flight land?
We in a tight jam
Me and Diddy fam, sorta like his right hand
I touch down like two-thirty
If I was on you, your hoes and them cowards I'mma do dirty
Still a commission and we all equal
All lethal
Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people
It's the family affair, I'm here
With all of me, I'mma deal with this one accordingly
Got the locations, sittin' in the car so patient
Get bagged murder be the case and
And I'm tired in jail
Even though through the riots I prevailed
Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids as long as I feed'em
I'm here for the fam thats there when I need'em
[Mark Curry]
Yo, uh-uh-uh
Hello?
It gotta be they same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan, they run for cover
Knew 'cause this bitch that I fucked with
One thought I loved her
Seas debate the storm, pull him to the surface
That's a purpose
One of these faces, make'em nervous
Catch'em when they out for hamburgers
Turn they whole lunch into a murder
In a way all the rounds gon' be heard of
This shit's big, the first thing to catch to where PD is
I'm on it, act like they want it
I'mma bring the heat
Just let me know the place we plan to meet
And I'm there, sure as your heart beat
[Loon]
Yo, I ain't really tryin' to duck no strays
So watch what the fuck you say
It's your mouth that started the shit
Now you actin' all retarded and shit
Dog, I came to play my part and that's it
We had a foolproof plan, all we need was the fam
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two Lincoln LS sedans
Fifteen hundred yards of Saran
And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam
Yo, call Sean in Milan
Call Sean, tell Sean we gone
We'll meet him in Hong Kong
With two chicks, both they thongs on
Mabe Ling and Kim Long
Both of them dead wrong
Two rich bitches the feds on
[P. Diddy]
Yeah
Well, it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong
He's found himself in a sticky-icky-icky situation
But you know somethin'? I have faith in the bad boys
Bad boys, bring it on home
Bring it on home, bad boys
[Kain]
Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santo Domingo
On a horse named Bingo
A fugitive, lookin' for Puff, switchin' my lingo
Stayin' at a hotel called The Pink Flamingo
Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco
The set up tryin' on my way to uniform
Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song
Holdin' gats, knowin' everything I do is wrong
'Till I hijack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips
Talkin' to Loon's chicks wit' sombreros and toothpicks
Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits
And fuck for dough, like I give two shits
Wildfire call from Hong Kong
Hello? ([Loon] Yo, Kain, I just spotted Sean John)
Hold up, some information was missed
I just got the same page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set-up
Tell the crew to keep their heads high
I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die
We've been fucked, somebody told us a bent lie (what?)
Let's get back to the spot in NY
Seven Glocks, P-S-P-O pops
Hit both the hot locks
Let'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks
So we send two teams to rush both spots
Haha yeah!
Suited up, ready to dumbs out
Thumbs out, watch the motherfuckin' door with our guns out
[P. Diddy]
Hey, yo, yo, hold up, stop the music, man!
Y'all niggas is crazy, I was only joking, man!
I just wanted to see if my family was on point
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