M.O.P.
Bad Boy For Life (Remix)
[Intro: Diddy & Busta Rhymes]
Oww!
Stick 'em up!
As we proceed (Stick 'em up, motherfuckers, yeah)
To give you what you need (Put your hands in the air, come on)
It's star time (We still here)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (It's star time)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (Bad Boy, baby—we lifers, baby)
Ring the fire alarm, come on (For life, yeah)
Bad Boy (Yeah, come on)
M.O.P. (Come on, motherfuckers)
Busta Rhymes (Come on)
Haha! Yeah, yeah, come on

[Verse 1: Diddy]
I'm the definition of... Fuck it, y'all already know (Yeah)
I stack heavy dough (Uh-huh), sell out every show (Come on)
It'll never die—we live
And we gon' stay big-time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever)
Get a grip; Bad Boy never slip (Come on)
We runnin' strips while y'all runnin' lips (Yeah)
Haters wanna stop my loot
They don't want me wearin' Sean John, they want me wearin' lawsuits
P. D. increase the heat in your streets
Keep your tapes on rewind (Come on), CDs on repeat (Uh-huh)
My mental more older (What), jewelry more colder (Yeah)
Got it locked like it's ninety-seven all over
You know what I came to do (Ugh): Change the rules
Even when I stand still (Ugh), I'm makin' moves
I paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. "News at Eleven," bitch (Leading story, motherfuckers)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Diddy; Diddy]
Throw your hands up in the air now (Haha)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad Boy)
For the streets (Throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop (We lifers, baby! Bad Boy!)
It's Bad Boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy, throw hands up)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad, Bad Boy, throw your hands up)
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy)
We won't stop (Without further ado)
It's Bad Boy For Life (It's my pleasure to introduce to you)

[Break: Diddy & Lil' Fame]
M! (Yeah!) O! (Yeah!) P! (Yeah!)
Come on! (Yo!)

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze, & Diddy]
Catch me walking on the wildest side of your block, I bang mine (Yeah)
N***as showing me hood love, throwing up gang signs
(Ayo, is that who I think it is?) You see it
Brooklyn military (Oh!) remains in blaze
And respect all hoods 'cause the globe is a ghetto
But n***as start switchin like hoes in stilettos
(Yep, that's Lil' Fame and them!)
"Remember them n***as from the Hill, up in Brownsville?"
(Uh-huh)We still bangin' 'em! Ahh!
[Verse 3: Billy Danze & Lil' Fame]
Sound the alarm
It's the First Family, and we're back to drop bombs
Boom! (Napalm) Duke dose justice [? @ 2:01]
It's the world's (World's) famous (Famous)
[? @ 2:04]
We vow (Vow) to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music loud and stomp over beats, like—
(Ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
Yeah (Yeah!) Yeah! We ain't goin nowhere (Oww!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Diddy; Diddy]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad Boy)
For the streets (Yeah)
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop (We lifers, baby)
It's Bad Boy for life
Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad, Bad Boy, come on)
We're gonna hit you with the heat (Bad, Bad Boy, throw your hands up)
For the streets (Yeah, come on)
Throw your hands up in the air now (Bad Bad, Boy)
We won't stop (Woop, woop)
It's Bad Boy for life (Woop, woop)

[Break: Busta Rhymes & Diddy]
Yeah! Yeah!
Come on! Yeah! Busta!
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
N***as, put a hundred grand up (Grand up)
Stand up before I stick your bitch-ass
You better put your hands up (Hands up, come on, come on, come on, come on)
Hate if you want, and front like you ain't wit it, n***a
I bust your motherfuckin' head with a skillet, n***a
More rugged-n***a heat for the track (Hunh)
I'm like a pickup truck with broken concrete in the back (Ha!)
Now, let me add a couple G's to the stack
I know we got you dumbin' how we put this together, and the world ain't even see it coming (Ha)
Back the fire armor and pop your car
N***a watch me shatter (Huh) your windshield with a rock guitar (Ha)
We be them zero-tolerance n***as—I'll turn on your ass, bitch (Ha)
And melt you n***as like a fire, burnin' yo' ass, bitch
Relax, bitch! (Come on!) The fact is we trife-in' with heat (Ha, huh)
With cycles with lyrics right from the street (ha)
I'm sayin, as we come to put that shit down
Soldiers get up, faggot n***as need to sit down—one!

[Chorus]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop
It's Bad Boy For Life
Throw your hands up in the air now
We're gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won't stop
It's Bad Boy For Life

[Outro]
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy
M.O.P
Busta Rhymes
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy
M.O.P. (Brooklyn)
Busta Rhymes
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy (Come on)
M.O.P
Busta Rhymes
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy (Come on)
M.O.P
Busta Rhymes
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy
M.O.P
Busta Rhymes
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Ring the fire alarm
Bad Boy