What You Want
P. Diddy Lyrics

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Welcome to the world of Bad Boy Entertainment

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love
This song is for those who are struggling

I cripple thugs, just because
I take down tough guys for the thrill of it

You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
You may not be Jadakiss, but you can still get shot

Until your place hit up
Until your home gets raided by law enforcement

Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
Rappers in the studio spending money frivolously

You're better off making sure papi know your name well
It's more important to have connections in the drug world than to be a famous rapper

Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
I have someone else write my lyrics for me and I make a lot of money from it

Now believe it, better place checks
Believe it or not, we are making a lot of money

Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
Bad Boy is a big deal and we are making a lot of money

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
I am loyal to my crew who are all involved in criminal activities

Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
We never stop hustling and trying to climb to the top

And BK, no such thing, it's dark
In Brooklyn, there's no such thing as daylight or safety

The sun go down, the tool start to spark
When the sun sets, we start shooting

Outline in chalk, moms lift the part
After the shooting, the police draw an outline of the body in chalk and the victim's mother is left to mourn

Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court
We handle our legal issues in the streets and don't believe in the justice system

Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
Don't talk about things you can't actually do

It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?
We are the Hoodfellaz, what else did you expect?

Now if you want this money baby
If you want to make, or be involved in making, a lot of money

Then I guess you in the right place
You're in the right place if you want to make money

And if your mind ain't right sugar
If you're not mentally ready for the criminal lifestyle

Then you need to get up outta my face
Then you need to leave me alone and get out of my sight

So what's the deal?
What's your plan? Are you in or out?

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel?
Don't you understand my perspective and what I'm trying to achieve?

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight
Tell me if you're going to join me in my criminal endeavors tonight

Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day
Because we are really making a lot of money

Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all
Don't mistake us for just ordinary rappers

Still walk around with the gat y'all
We still carry guns with us

Don't make me have to point it at y'all
Don't make me have to threaten or shoot you

And clap y'all
And shoot you

That's how I see things goin'
That's how I expect things to happen

Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
We like to flaunt our expensive jewelry and cars

And my nigga push ki's like Beethoven
My associate is very skilled at selling cocaine

It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open
We're going to continue making money and living this lifestyle until we die

Niggas mad at the fact we bad
People are jealous of our success and reputation

Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab
I won't stop hustling no matter what

If your shit wack, we burn
If your music or product is bad, we destroy it

If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
If you have a problem with us, we'll come back with vengeance

We get money, hold money, no quotas
We make and hold onto a lot of money without any limits

We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
We might commit a murder for no reason

Aiyyo, I burn more
I am better than everyone else

Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Wait until I release new music, then you'll see my skills

Cause you a turn-off
Because you're not good enough

Numb in my veins
I am used to the criminal lifestyle and am desensitized to its violence

And bought enough to numbin' the brain
We have enough drugs to numb our brains

Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
We love getting oral sex until it leads to a sexual encounter

Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock
We walk around the neighborhood with our girlfriends who are also armed

1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
It's time for action, let's go

In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's
We're driving a blue truck and shouting obscenities

Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
We're driving fast and circling the neighborhood like we own it

Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
We're holding onto our guns and people are talking about us

Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
I can easily turn a small problem into a big issue