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We Invented The Remix

1. Special Delivery (Remix)

2. Bad Boy For Life (Remix)(feat. Busta Rhymes & M.O.P.)

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

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

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

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!

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

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?

3. Unfoolish

See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one)
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one)
And though my heart can't take no more
I can't keep runnin' back to you

See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one)
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one)
And though my heart can't take no more (Uh)
I can't keep runnin' back to you (Uh, uh, uh)
(Here's another one, what)

I think about my strength to finally get up and leave
No more broken heart for me
No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one)
I'm lookin' like I got my head on right, so now I see
No more givin' you everything
There's no more takin' my love from me

I'm glad to wake up every day without you on my brain (Uh)
No more where you're laid up at night
No more havin' to fuss and fight
I'm proud to say (And another one)
That I will never make (And another one) the same mistake
No more thinkin' bout what you do
There's no more me runnin' back to you

Some say the X, make the sex
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from ya neck
To yo back, then ya, shiverin', tongue deliverin'
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
If it's alright with you, we fuckin' (That's cool)
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin' in the park
Pissy off Bacardi Dark
Remember when I used to play between yo legs
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to yo mother's bed
At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the
Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
Now I know you used to suites at the Parker Meridian
Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends

You must be used to me cryin', cryin'
While you're out bumpin' and grindin' (And another one)
But I'm leavin' you tonight

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I can't keep running back to you

You must be used to me cryin', cryin' (Uh, and another one)
While you're out bumpin' and grindin'
But I'm leavin' you tonight (Uh, and another one)

4. Dance With Me (Remix) / Peaches & Cream (Remix)

Bad Boy
Let's dance [7x]
Yo, everybody report to the dance floor
Report to the dance floor
Bad Boy baby
112, Beanie Sigel
Here we go!

God damn, guess who stepped up in the place?
The kid with two rubbers on his waist
Two steppin' to the base
and I don't usually step up in the place
I usually pull that lead out, ready to get a lead out
But damn, since I stepped up in the place
I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what's the case
Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly and a case of Cris'
I'm tryin' to take you to the telly, bust in ya ffffff
Tryin' to lure me out on the dance floor
I'm tryin' to get it twirly on the dance floor
Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it
Then Change The Game, might Crip-Walk to it
But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it
Dawg, I ain't hardly made this
You talkin' to one of Roc's finest
And do rewind this; it's Bad Boy's finest!

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Bad Boy Motherfuckers
This is the remix (Won't stop)
112 (Can't Stop)
Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah
This is the remix, Ludacris come on

Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh)
Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right)
Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on)
Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's right)
Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merangue (lemon merangue)
So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang
Make ya pull your own hair out
Make ya body go flat, get the spares out
Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right)
Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics
Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK
'12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK
Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on)
I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right)
I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on)
A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix)

Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah)
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh)
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on)
Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this)
Can't get enough of you (come on)
Always thinkin' of you (yeah)
So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat

Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what)
I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh)
Know what I mean?
Peaches and cream
I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh)
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean?
Peaches and cream

Never thought that I would be (yeah)
So addicted to you (come on)
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?)
Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah)
And I can feel it all around (come on)
In the front, in the back of you (yeah)
Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on)
Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on)
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on)
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL)
And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!!
So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit
Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it?

This is the dance break
This the remix
Just want you to just...
Just, just, just bounce to this
Yeah, come on
Can I get a lick?
Come on, yeah, can I get a lick?
Yeah, yeah, come on

Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans
P. Diddy
Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112
This is the remix

5. No More Drama (Remix)

Here we go again
Yeah, that's right
Here we go again
Ha Ha, yeah
This is the remix
Back together again
Let's go Mary

All the love we gave
The loving that we made
Then you went away (that's right)
So I had to pray
See a brighter day
Cause silence let us pray
Now I'm moving on to get away from all this pain

I feel (I feel)
Better than I felt before (so much better)
Cause there's no more drama knocking at my door
I feel
Better than I felt before
Cause there's no more drama in my life no more
No More
No More
No More

This is the remix
I like this, come'on

It's looking better now
A brand new love I found
I finially figured out
What love is all about
And now I'm on my way
And all I have to say
Is there'll be no crying and I truely believe that

It's time
To realize (people it's time)
It's up
To you and I
Love is what you make it
If you don't give up the fight
All this really means
Assuring me
Believe in all you dream

Eh yo Mary
I don't think they ready for this one

Yo it's the D I D again, D to the weezy
Been in the game twelve years it ain't easy
Been in dem things got game that so breezy
Spendin' them things with a chain that's so freezy
Please believe me, TV need me
As far as the CD, pump that on GP
What's the 411 hun, it's PD
MJB collabo with BB
Period, no question no comma
Your hearing is no vest and no armour
Bring it to cats like Bush to Osama
Sippin on vu, make moves and no scama
Word to my mama
Can't deal with the trama
That why a nigga stay in the Bahamas
Laying in pajamas
Two sexy mamas
Bodyguards, topguns, two extra lamas
I don't want no drama

No more, no more, no more
No more drama y'all
It's so hard
But I got to say
No more,I said no more, no more
No more, no more, no more

This is the remix
Mary J Blige
No more drama
BadBoy bady
Diddy, Yellowman, Hitmen

6. So Complete (Remix)(feat. Cheri Dennis)

Uh
Yeah
Diddy
Cheri Dennis
Bad Boy
La Familia
The saga baby

Before I met you couldn't take stress
'Cause after BIG died my nigga Mase less
And that's when I started havin faithless
'Cause Black Rob he on trial and I escaped death
Still in your tape (yeah) still gettin hate threats
Still gotta take that
Still gettin sued for money I ain't even make yet
Without you girl I'm incomplete
I can't lie ma I'm in too deep
And yo I know we don't get to spend time together
Just you and me nevermind the cheddar
And though we barely speak on the phone
Could tell by your tone, you hate bein home all alone
And I wish I could sleep witcha
Roll around in the streets witcha
No fans hold hands on the beach witcha
Girl I'd do anything just to be witcha
On the real 'cause i feel so complete witcha
Yeah, talk to me girl

I remember what you said
when you said it to me last night
We was talkin and you reassured me everything's fine
When I woke up this morning to get some lovin from you
I turned to one side
to my surprise, I wasn't layin next to you m'mm

Why did you get close to me
Thought it was supposed to be
Me you you me so complete
Why you handelin me this way
What was it you was talkin yesterday
Yesterday, I could say, I seemed to be
So complete so complete

Went away you said nothing
You didn't no kiss no lovin
You didn't it's a shame
But it brings about the weak in me
You didn't spend a lot of time with me
You didn't share things I wanna see
You didn't when ever you're around me it's so complete

So I waited and I waited
'cause I knew that you would call
Hours 1 hours 2 hours 3 hours not at all
If I'm dreamin wake me up
'Cause I just about had enough, I had enough
I cannot see how you would ever let this happen to me
oowoowoo

I still believe that it was supposed to be
Me you you me so complete
If you're sayin that you need to leave
Then be a man about it step to me
Step to me, tell me please
That without me it's so complete, so complete

Won't you tell me right now what you want from me
What you want from me
'Cause it's been too long that you've held it in baby
Held it in
Thought you were the one but you just played me
You know you played me
Now I feel that I'm so incomplete
Yeah hoo hoo yeah yeah

Please, give me the response I need
I want you to complete me, ohh baby
Pleas, give me all the lovin I need
Promise you'll never leave me whoa baby

Baby what more can I say
'Cause I want you to tell me
What it is you wanna do
'Cause I wanna be with you

7. Notorious B.I.G. (Remix)

8. That's Crazy (Remix)(feat. Black Rob, Missy, Snoop Dogg & G Dep)

9. Woke Up In The Morning (Remix)

10. You Gets No Love (Remix)

Uh, uh-uh, (There's another one)
What-what (And another one)
This is the remix (There's another one) Ha ha
I know it's not too ghetto (And another one, Bad Boy)
I know it's not too ghetto
Pedigree (Pedigree baby) I said I know it's not to ghetto
Donaway (Faith, Faithfully, the remix)
You better, check yourself respect yourself
You better go for self because I flow for self

I'll tell you why there's no love, simply you're not cool enough
For what we had between us, don't you know you lost my trust
People ask me where you've been (Where you've been)
And I tell them were just friends (Tell them we're just friends)
Cause it's so obvious that it's never gonna work for us
No no oh no (No)

Played with my emotions (Played)
You gets no devotion (And you gets no love, gets no love)
You can't get no love from me
You can't even be my friend (Be my friend)
And you gets no love again
Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch
(You gets no love from me)

Tell you why we can't hook up (You gets no love)
Cause I had about enough (You gets no love)
Hearin all the lies you tell (You gets no love)
Boy I thought I knew you well
People think that your my man (People think that your my man)
They don't even understand (They don't even understand)
Just because I let you get some that don't make you the one
We ain't even in love (You know you played with my....)

Played with my emotions You gets no devotion
You gets no love, you can get no love from me
You can't even be my friend (Can't be my friend)
And you gets no love again
Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch

([P.Diddy:] Yo! Faith let 'em know!!)
You better, rock my shit don't knock my shit
Because I got the shit that make you cop my shit
I know y'all sick of this Bad Boy diva
That blows and plus got flows ridiculous
You better, rock my shit don't knock my shit
Because I got the shit that make you cop my shit
It's the chick from the bricks that got the hot shit
Left you sick from the single now check the remix
Boy you had a clue, thought we had a cool relationship
But you couldn't handle it (You couldn't handle it)

Yo! At the end of the day what a playa 'gon do? (Badboy)
You got love for me, It's how supposed to be
Same love I'm a land on you (Come on)
Right back at you it's only natural
So what I'm gon' do? Me
Everything love ain't always lovely
Leave it all up to me, I'll be livin in luxury, sucker free
Without no lies without no ties to those that patronize
That's why I don't socialize
I eat, shit, even sleep with open eyes
Just, give me that gasoline
I'll move in the jag few bags of green
Couple ads in the magazine
All freezy and I'm easy G Deezy one

Played with my emotions, you gets no devotion
Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch
You can't even be my friend, cause you gets no love again
Can't even be my friend, and you gets no love again

You played with my emotions and you gets no devotion
Can't even be my friend, and you gets no love again
You played with my emotions and you gets no devotion
Can't even be my friend, and you gets no love again

Played with my emotions You gets no devotion
You gets no love, you can get no love from me
You can't even be my friend (Can't be my friend)
And you gets no love again
Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch

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