[INTRO]

(DIDDY: [What you've] been waiting for.. Bad Boy, Volume IV. Starring the S&S, and Puff Daddy. Stop yappin', n***as. Stop yappin', n***as.)

['HIT 'EM UP' SAMPLE (WITH DIDDY):]
..soon as the funk is poppin' off
N***a, I hit 'em up

(2PAC:)
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique dressin' up tryin' to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job?
We millionaires! Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it!
(DIDDY: Somebody gotta do it)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, ha! You wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You fuckin' with me, n***a, you'll fuck around and have a seizure
Or a heart attack
You'd better back the fuck up before you gеt smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our sidе
(DIDDY: How do ya do it?)
Any of you n***as from New York that want to bring it, bring it!
(DIDDY: Really?)
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama, fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
(DIDDY: Hmm..)
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
(DIDDY: Then do it.)
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well this how we gon' do this:
(DIDDY: That's right.)
Fuck Mobb Deep
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Biggie
(DIDDY: Uh-huh?)
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin crew
(DIDDY: Haha, fuck you too, bitch.)
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
(DIDDY: Come on! Bring it!)
Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers! Fuck you too!
(DIDDY: You sound upset, why do you sound so upset?)
All of y'all motherfuckers! Fuck you, die slow motherfucker! My .4-4 make sure all yo kids don't grow!
(DIDDY: You're really scarin' me right now, man..)
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us! We're motherfuckin' thug life riders, West Side till we die! Out here in California, n***a, we warn you, we'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
(DIDDY: *clapping* Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, give him a round of applause, the Academy Award goes to... the actor... Tupac Shakur! Give him a round of applause!)
We do our job!
You think you the mob, n***a, we the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real n***as, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
(DIDDY: Anything else to say?)
You n***as laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
(DIDDY: *yawns*)
You n***as can't feel it
We the realest
Fuck 'em!
We Bad Boy killers
[VERSE 1 (DIDDY):]
Bad Boy...addicted to war.. (Oww!)

Check this out!

What we about to do right now
We about to take it to the streets, you know?
I'd like to formally say, for the record
That I love New York
Uptown Harlem, Boogie-down Bronx, Staten Island, Long Island
Queensbridge, Jersey, the n***as that represented us first
We'd like to thank you - thank you, haha
But check this out, it's time to get up to a little bullshit, you know
There's been a lot of yappin' goin' on
That's why the name of this tape is called 'Stop Yappin', you dig?
You know, the n***a Tupac made a motherfuckin' record
Dissin' my man, dissin' me, dissin' my crew, dissin' my company
And I loved it! I fuckin' loved it!
Because it let me know the bitch he really was
Because I don't know where y'all from, but where I'm from
Bad boys move in silence, you dig?
And if a n***a wanna come see me, they can come see me, ya know?
If a n***a wanna see my man Biggie? They know where he's at!
They can come see him!
Don't get caught up in the industry, baby! Can you feel me?!
Can you feel me, n***as??!!
There's a whole lotta actin' goin' on
As I said, I don't know where you're from
But where I'm from
If a n***a wanna touch you
A n***a wanna see you, he can find you
It's very easy, you know?
We be at the tunnel
We be at, uh, the Mirage
We be at the Studio
We be at the office
We be on the streets
We ain't hard to find
And if you got somethin' to say to me, or my man, or my crew
Pick up the phone, dial 4-1-1, we even listed!
We listed, n***as! We listed! Can you feel me?
So stop actin'! And all y'all n***as gettin' caught up with actors?
Remember, Bad Boys move in silence, man
And all y'all n***as askin' me questions about what's goin' on
And how I feel and what I'm gon' do?
As I said, listen to me, Bad Boys move in silence
So I have nothing to say to you, can you feel me?

Now back to the positive shit
We're about to hit side B, y'all, and we're gonna dedicate this to all the n***as
All the non-playa haters, all the n***as that ain't jealous, all the n***as that don't act like bitches, all the n***as that don't act, and keep it real, all the real dawgs, the real gangstas
We gon' dedicate this to all the n***as gettin' money that ain't worryin' about the next n***a gettin' money, or what the next n***a's doin', or who the next n***a's fuckin', this one goes out to you -
Side B, I love y'all n***as!
Come on! Ow!
Volume IV! Volume IV!
Bad Boy! Come on!
I got a little treat for y'all n***as
(B-side, come on!)

[OUTRO (NOTORIOUS B.I.G.):]
A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women
Bringing in coke and heroin to condos with elevators in them
Vehicles with televisions in them
Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly 9's and MAC's
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can n***as stand there and say I sound like them? Hello
Push wigs back and push 6 coupes that's yellow
Bust clips that extend from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any telly you're in
Crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
Desert E's street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messin' with the Devil
[Freestyle continues]

(DIDDY: That was a little freestyle from Notorious B.I.G.. Life After Death - The Album!)