[Part I]

[Intro: Diddy]
Bad Boy, bitch
One, two, one, two
In the place to be
As it is plain to see
We are, the crush groovin'
The body movin'
The record makin'
And the record breakin', ah

[Verse 1: Aasim]
My status imperial, milky cereal
Mass murder material that prisoners listen to
Words and vocals together'll paint you a visual
Hah, hah, follow the rhythm of a lyrical criminal
The wrath of madness, n***as call me Cassius
School of Hard Knocks is my address
The killer of mics, what I recite, get the media hype
So hah, hah, let me clear my windpipe device
It's thе best, so yes, you test, you rеst in peace
I bless the beat, finesse, address the streets
Got a TEC, a vest, a mic, a masterpiece
I write precise for chicks, I'm stabbin' 'em deep
And I'm past my pivotal, liquor's like a ritual
Intellect of a blimp still a savage when physical
Aasim is the dream, n***a, I reign supreme, n***a
On the mic, just to let off steam
[Interlude: Diddy]
Ayo, Aasim, hol' up, hol' up, man
Check this out
The other night, I was Uptown at this little dip's crib, man
And you know what she had the audacity to ask me?
"When you Bad Boy n***as gon' stop?"
I said, "Stop?"
I said, "Bitch is you out your rabbit-ass mind?"
"Stop ain't even in our motherfuckin' vocabulary"
As we proceed
To give you bitches what you need
We, are, the supreme, the magnificent
Bad Boy, bitch

[Part II]

[Interlude: Aasim & Diddy]
It's been a long time, ayo turn this mic up
Turn this mic up, I want the people to hear 'em
(It's about that time) And you say New York City?
(We are, the world famous) And you say New York City?
(The magnificent) And you say New York City?
(This is Bad Boy, bitch) Uh

[Verse 2: Aasim]
The Al Green of the mic's back at the pulpit
Last seen as Scarface, emptyin' off a full clip
It ain't dawn on n***as I ain't nothin' to fool with
XXL two years in a row? Foolish
Pretty life doin' 116 in a Beemer
Signed off one sixteen, Puff was in the theater
Two years later, the preparation is finished
You reviewin' the mind, I'm O-Dog in Menace
Sing a song n***as, this just the beginnin' of my spokes
So fly Greyhound, n***as they call me Delta
In a focus zone, comin' for the cover of Rollin' Stone
Here to bring the homies home
And my scars never healed up, still been a New York n***a
Stay winnin' the race, I'ma change the pace
The realest out caught eyes of bate that hate
I bathe with the same slaves that made it off the plantain
This the start of my brand new campaign
Where you lil' n***as never meant a damn thang
So all you loud mouths could hold the chatter
'Fore I shit on you, I could never control my bladder, hah
Matter of fact, I could battle the world
And win with a verse that was written by my girl
When I got the best promotor in the game since Dark King
Beat on my chest like King Kong the icon
Say goodbye to the game like Dylan
And I won't stop 'til the b-b-beat drop
Pardon me, I had to stutter 'cause I'm spewin' heat hot
Leak this one quick 'fore another mo'fucker come
With some lame shit that real fans can explain
Gettin' c-confused like where is Carmen Sandie'?
Go, go, go, go
Go, until the game's no' mo', n***a
[Chorus: Aasim & Diddy]
Uh, and you say New York City? (We are, the supreme)
Uh, and you say New York City? (The magnificent)
Uh, and you say New York City? (Bad Boy, bitch)

[Verse 3: Aasim]
Queens be the borough Aasim was thoroughly racin'
We above normal, my n***as they call me Rain Man
When it come to foul, our style is flagrant
Like a pack of hungry lions that's out of the cage and
Crown would sit nice on my caesar, I fit nice
In a Beemer I live life like a Cheetah, king
Liquor on my stomach bound to fuck up my kidneys
Lord forgive 'em the boy is vicious, yes
Man, listen, my ambition is dollar van driven
My ammunition is accurate the fabulous life
To flip, man, got a rubber grip, man
When the pussy spittin', man, leave your upper lips tan
Uh, man, God, damn
Why they let that n***a eyes put it down like
Ah, man, God, damn
How we eatin' if that n***a come around
Elevated to the sky while standin' on firm ground
Put me in a disposition, you smokin' that sherm now
Stick to the game, bought a new Germ' hound
To fuck up with your sound, goin' round for round
With the pound for pound
Right now I'm the picture on the mound
The "No Hitter Quitter", n***a, highest down
All with flamboyance for your enjoyance
Food for Thought, I brought it for you so enjoy it
[Chorus: Aasim & Diddy]
Uh, and you say New York City? (We are, the supreme)
Uh, and you say New York City? (The magnificent)
Uh, and you say New York City? (Bad Boy, bitch)

[Outro: Diddy]
And you say New York City?
And you say New York City?
And you say New York City?
We are, the supreme
The magnificent, world famous
Bad Boy, bitch
His name's Aasim
Every couple of years, another great one comes along
We give birth to great ones at Bad Boy, n***as
And we won't stop, ah man, we, yeah
Y'all feel it, y'all n***as feel it
Y'all know we about to go at it another run
Y'all n***as feel it
Embrace it motherfuckers
Enjoy it-