[Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)]
  Stick 'em up!
  As we proceed
  Stick em up motherfuckers!
  To give you what you need
  Put your hands in the air
  It's star time (Bring the fire along, c'mon)
  We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon)
  It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
  Motherfuckers
  Yeah, c'mon
    [P. Diddy]
  I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know
  I stack heavy doe, sell out every show
  It'll never die, we live
  And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
  Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip
  We, runnin strips while y'all runnin lips
  Haters wanna stop my lute
  They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits
  P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
  Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat
  My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder
  Got a lot like its '97 all over
  You know what I came to do; change the rules
  Even when I stand still I'm makin moves
  I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
  P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven
    [Chorus 2x]
  Throw your hands up in the air now
  We're gonna hit you with the heat
  For the streets
  Throw your hands up in the air now
  We won't stop
  It's Bad Boy For Life
    [Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
  M.O.P.!
  Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block
  Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs
  (Yo, is that who I think it is?)
  You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin
  Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto
  But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos
  (It's Lil' Fame and them!)
  Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
  We still bangin 'em!
  Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
    [Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
  Sound the alarm
  It's the First Family and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)
  Nuke those justice, it's the worlds, famous, fast Caress' street
  Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
  To make our music loud and stomp over beats
  Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
  Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Busta Rhymes]
  Niggas put a hundred grand up
  Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
  Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit it, nigga
  I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga
  More rugged nigga, heat for the track
  I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
  Now let me add a couple G's to the stack
  I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
  And run when you didn't even see it coming
  Back the fire armor and pop your car
  Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar
  We be them zero tolerance niggas
  I'll turn on your ass, bitch
  And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch
  Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat
  With cycles with lyrics right from the street
  I'm sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
  Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?
    [Chorus 2x]