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(feat. The LOX, Notorious B.I.G.) [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yeah alright then, you better act like you know L to the O, X amount of flow Ain't nothin changed but the range While I got the inf dot on your head Take all your scrill Yeah I'm in it for the green I get up in your seams, while you sunnin me Like a nigga from Queens My tape in your duel cassette runnin me Wanna get in front of me player, but you can't get none of me Better off gunnin me with hot slugs numbin me Cause you and I both know the flow is comin, b When you want it, now or later? I get mijne and slide like a fresh pair of gators With my mega click involved with Montego bricks Niggas is mega sick and you know we roll mega thick Up north, where they bust your man In the custom van, interrupt your plans Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin? All that frontin, what you gonna do? Nothin So let's keep things rationalized Everything I write butta nationalized Letras de cancionesI'm into gettin money, twistin honeys Niggas is buyin Coupes while you on the stoop lookin funny I'm a scorer, shorty loved the whole aura Pussy wasn't all that, that's why i never call her It's all about quick flips and phat mix Gats with mad clips, TVs in your whips My style's tight like Gotti when I cut you Ceasar Picati or Versace joints with the buckle Get the facts, I'm tryna get the Beamer with the hatch- Top on for my man, so our shits match Runnin 'round all crazy, twistin honeys back And breakin niggas that come together with small stacks Really though, screw yah, I never knew yah Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yah [Chorus] Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do when we come for you? You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see [x2] [Verse 2: Sheek Lucion] Hard as it is to make a buck, I ain't tryna get stuck So I'ma keep handlin beef like i don't give a fuck It's all about respect, tec-9's, and papes Big house in Italy and a yard where honeys crushin grapes So I get down in my steamroom and give a long prayer Knowin one day that I'll be Sheek Lucion the mayor Fatigued out in my house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't talk shit so the town support this My staff rollin in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes Givin parades, and holdin rallies for the lifers' group So what you gonna do when we come for you? The same thing you been doin, house brewin And bubble gum chewin while me and my mans is pursuin Who you think the latest is in Hampton? Rockin bansons, while I'm dancin, in the mansion So cheers to the life of the ice in your chains and your watches And you'll see how we Lox this [Chorus] Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do when we come for you? You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see [x2] [Verse 3: Notorious BIG] Niggas talkin it, but ain't livin it Crystal pop, I'm sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit They the chumps bitch Rollin blunts with the Willy-est of the Willy Hits like cops, them ones with 9-mili Stories like a motherfucker Model bitch is wonderin if I'ma fuck with her She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce & Cabana drippin, Big Poppa never slippin E-class, diamonds, shinin Dinner with wife, winin and dinin Smokin cigars in Bogata With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique and shit Games we play, life endin Bitches bendin over with ease, for a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karen tank top, I got your bank stock Singles on top, benjamins under the rest of them Advancin from duplex to mansion Stashin keys, hidin g's overseas VCR's in my V's, game elevate Money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch Jet skiin in the Carribean White sands, discussin plans with my man Dark blue Land, smoke jet, chrome rims With a system that leave my rear views tremblin Whatcha gon do when Poppa ctach your attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it From Letras Mania