If You Want This Money

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone Yeah! This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs Until your place hit up Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks You're better off making sure papi know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it's dark The sun go down, the tool start to spark Outline in chalk, moms lift the part Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought? Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day It's like that y'all (that y'all) Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all) Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all) Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all) And clap y'all (clap y'all) That's how I see things goin' Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin' And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open And here we go [overlaps Verse's last line] Aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe I told y'all it's on for life The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write Hold it down, hold the crown What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track This a fact, it's a wrap, uh! Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day Yo, yo Niggas mad at the fact we bad Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money, no quotas We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive Aiyyo, I burn more Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?) Cause you a turn-off Numb in my veins And bought enough to numbin' the brain Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock 1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time In a truck blue, yellin' my f******u's Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street Come on, I can make dessert outta beef Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day Now if you want this money baby Then I guess you in the right place And if your mind ain't right sugar Then you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day --- If You Want This Money - G. Dep, P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family, The Hoodfellaz and Diddy