On Top lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy 
Song : On Top



 Send "On Top" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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