You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!

This is for the niggas who ain´t got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
You´re better off making sure papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better place checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, it´s dark
The sun go down, the tool start to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court

Shouldn´t talk the talk, you can´t walk the walk
It´s The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y´all thought?

Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain´t right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what´s the deal?
Cant´ ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon´ ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin´ is real, all day

It´s like that y´all (that y´all)
Don´t get it twisted with the rap y´all (rap y´all)
Still walk around with the gat y´all (gat y´all)
Don´t make me have to point it at y´all (at y´all)

And clap y´all (clap y´all)
That´s how I see things goin´
Chains showin´, rings glowin´, Range Rovin´
And my nigga push ki´s like Beethoven
It´s gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

And here we go [overlaps Verse´s last line]
Aiyyo, let´s get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y´all it´s on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one´s I co-write
Hold it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y´all should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, it´s a wrap, uh!

Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain´t right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what´s the deal?
Cant´ ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon´ ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin´ is real, all day

Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I won´t stop like a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no quotas
We gon´ fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn more
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)

Cause you a turn-off

Numb in my veins
And bought enough to numbin´ the brain
Lovin´ the brain, let a slob till it´s come and arrange
Strollin´ the block, honey holdin´ the glock
1-9, come on baby, it´s crunch time
In a truck blue, yellin´ my fuck you´s
Doin´ a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin´ the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta beef

Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain´t right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face

So what´s the deal?
Cant´ ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon´ ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin´ is real, all day

Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain´t right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what´s the deal?
Cant´ ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon´ ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin´ is real, all day