P. Diddy: The saga continues

(feat. Black Rob, G. Dep, Loon)["Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background][better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music][P. Diddy]Yeah can you hear me? YeahThere's certain things in life that you can stopand there's certain things in life that can't be stoppedLet's go.."And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys..Starting at guard.."[P. Diddy]Y'all niggaz still talkin?Oh you got a little name little fame little fortune?What you have is a portionBout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche andSo you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss andI'm sittin on pyramids, flossinI don't really gotta talk sonI can get lost and sit back livin off endorsementsI'm a pro, kidWhy you actin like you don't really know, kid?Any records I broke itThrough the fame and the stardom, makin my mark on Harlem like Poe didI said, here's your eviction noticeBut you probably already know thisI don't mean to be greedy, but turn on your TVor pick up your CD, P.D.[G. Dep]This is gruesomeNiggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some'What's wrong with you son?Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one?Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used onewhile I'm in the Limited, cruisinYou ain't really got a crew sonYou givin them amusement, fuck what your Comic Views meantYouse a smokeheadI've been doin this since this Pro-KedBroke breads with the cokeheadsBeen down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a mopedI said; I'm a "Top Gun" like GossettRun and get your CD and cass-etteGossip, lotta niggaz got lipBut they ain't got hot yet 'til they got Dep[Loon]Why niggaz lie like that? Know they ain't fly like thatNiggaz get fried like thatAnd you don't wanna die like thatHave your momma cryin like thatBesides all that, I'm in to get it fryin like thatStill on the block and move pies like thatNever my life dealt with guys that rapIn fact, I leave a nigga with his eyes all sadSwoll up, y'all niggaz better hold upAny nigga that roll up, could get fold upBody get ripped up, and then sewed upEvery nigga I fucked with, niggaz is growed upWe don't play games, get on the stand, and say namesAll we do is cock back, and spray planesGive a fuck if nigga hustle or gangbangNigga try to use they muscle and fang fang[Black Rob]Keep frontin, I'ma put a crease in your jawMight catch me squeezin the fourMy nigga I go to warAnd if a nigga want the raw you still gotta come in the storeY'all never had a run-in before, with the likes of an outlawPredicate assassin, smashinOpen shit, rig scope, focus itGive niggaz what they 'posed to get (shit)Oppose the clique, I send five close to sixHoodfellaz, that'll come close your shitNiggaz stay with the frozen wristsNow the smoke colored big Benz with the top broke offFix your face, we back on the paper chaseNever left, so I ain't gotta take your placeFuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't noticethe breadwinner, three-six-five I stay focused nigga[P. Diddy]We'll never stop..We'll never stop..One of the greatest teams that ever lived..It's like in our blood..We gotta be born this way..Bad Boy baby