Lyric You ll See
[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
(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
