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(feat. P. Diddy) [Intro:Ness/ P.Diddy] Haha Ha! Its bad boy baby [Chorus: Ness] Seems like I been away too long a lot of shit's been going on My hood, my hood motherfucker what's good what's hood motherfucker Down on papers way too long damn them bad boys did me wrong My hood, my hood motherfucker what's good what's good motherfucker [Verse 1: Ness] Man I whip that thing drop it like it's hot set up shop on your block whether you like it or not hot damn! The fiends scream gimme what you got got couple in my hands got plenty in the spot no chaser henny on the rocks bet you never catchin slippin anybody could be got(heh) anybody could be shot I just pray when they spray that my daughter could be right s5 s dot parkin lot pimpin you a star guess not they pay you no attention man listen your funds is insufficient my gun is so official my flow is influetial and I don't care how many hammers you holdin stick 'em up get 'em up while the cameras is rollin Songtexteain't nuthin but a gangsta party man I get so high after its over might bang somebody my name ness but I don't work for them cops I'm like kid from two block that had the jail on lock big car pass on the rock like magic niggaz gettn ness confused with L dot Madden I got a real bad habit see a hater walk away without lettin him have (heh) that's why I'm lettin 'em have it till homicide shove me in the back of the wagon (heh) I know these streets like the back of my hand fuck rap man you better have a back up plan picture me rollin jet black benz on sprees pay your whole pay check off indo weed I ain't gon be actin like I can't bleed and y'all haters Ain't gon be actin like y'all can't be let's go [Chorus] [Verse 2:Ness] Peep my swagger dig my style heat them packs up never slack up call your peeps for back up act up I'm a beast I keep the gat tucked break ya down piece by piece and call Shaq up talk to much smartin up hope a drive by spray while I'm walkin up Talk is cheap Da Band we the bad news bears ya nuthin but a tax write off at the end of the year (yeah) I'll end your career Don't let your homies gas you up and geetin in ya ear (yeah) I'll get in ya rear ya listenin clear yeah now we gettin somewhere Big fish eat little fish you know how it go I'm a shark you a guppie thats the end of your show Playboy I'm ahead of my time You find another flow better than mine never mind [Chorus] [Verse 3:Ness] The industry try to shit on Philly until I king kong my way up in New York city While Diddy was in the marathon running the city I was up in Atlanta town runnin pounds for Philly A big boy don't like to walk his plan A 34 run up have you feeling like Walter Payton I'm a fly bachelor snathcer Benz big body kit Punchlines pack more kick than a karate flick [Chorus x2] [P. Diddy] We gon take it back to 94 the heat is on now attention attention we gon turn it up on them and another one and another one E.ness and we continue on phillys finest bad boy baby they call me diddy Hp rad let's rock what's hood Aus Songtexte Mania