On Top lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : On Top
 


Yeah [3x]

[Loon]
Yo I'm a gangsta,
outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right,
Loon goin south paw (that's right)
It's Bad
Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's
right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up
out y'all (that's right)
I fuck with niggas
but it's something about y'all (uh huh)
Actin
like Loon can't do shit without y'all
(c'mon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out
y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your
friends be without y'all (that's right)
I been
doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you
niggas thought of the block I been through with
it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some
foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin
bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your
whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the
rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do
this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So
playboy, what type of paper is you playin
wit

[Chorus ­ Marsha ­ 2x]
See
that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the
countdown)
Too slow can't keep up, no, better
run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too
far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large
(oh)

[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing
clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who
put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the
same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony
(yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul
(uh)
Still got niggas wilin out on the floor
(let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers
on (yeah)
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John
velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and
still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still
want peace
And I still can't stand to see
blacks beefin
y'all still sleepin and we still
eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the
weekends
Still happy in black and don't need a
reason (that's right)
Still platinum back in
London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the
garden like Adam did Eve 'n (yeah)
I still got
rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend
freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like
that)
(C'mon)
(Let's go)

[Chorus
­ 2x]

[Loon]
Aiyo, besides all the
money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin,
these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not
me, I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream
"Hey Papi" (that's right)
I love when a chick
leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love
when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or
cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You
come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't
top me

[P. Diddy]
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D
(c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
Son we multiply,
nigga we don't die
Niggas frontin like we
ain't fly (say what)
But nigga can't name
nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't
try, (that's right) or we ain't drive
(yeah)
The judge said "not guilty" and he
ain't lie (he ain't lie)
Niggas need a hit
it's to me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like
nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)

C'mon,
man (let's go)

[Chorus ­
4x]

[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas,
real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy
baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't
goin)
They won't stop (we ain't gonna
stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real
blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys
on top
They won't stop