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puff daddy & the family - stop yappin' niggas lyrics

[intro]

(diddy: [what you’ve] been waiting for.. bad boy, volume iv. starring the sns, and puff daddy. stop yappin’, n+ggas. stop yappin’, n+ggas.)

[‘hit ’em up’ sample (with diddy):]
..soon as the funk is poppin’ off
n+gga, i hit ’em up

(2pac:)
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run
they don’t wanna see us
whole junior mafia clique dressin’ up tryin’ to be us
how the f+ck they gon’ be the mob when we always on our job?
we millionaires! k!llin’ ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it!
(diddy: somebody gotta do it)
oh yeah, mobb deep, ha! you wanna f+ck with us?
you little young+ass motherf+ckers
don’t one of you n+ggas got sickle+cell or somethin’?
you f+ckin’ with me, n+gga, you’ll f+ck around and have a seizure
or a heart attack
you’d better back the f+ck up before you gеt smacked the f+ck up
this is how we do it on our sidе
(diddy: how do ya do it?)
any of you n+ggas from new york that want to bring it, bring it!
(diddy: really?)
but we ain’t singin’, we bringin’ drama, f+ck you and your motherf+ckin’ mama
(diddy: hmm..)
we gon’ k!ll all you motherf+ckers
(diddy: then do it.)
now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf+ckin’ opinion
well this how we gon’ do this:
(diddy: that’s right.)
f+ck mobb deep
(diddy: uh+huh?)
f+ck biggie
(diddy: uh+huh?)
f+ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherf+ckin crew
(diddy: haha, f+ck you too, b+tch.)
and if you wanna be down with bad boy, then f+ck you too!
(diddy: come on! bring it!)
chino xl, f+ck you too! all you motherf+ckers! f+ck you too!
(diddy: you sound upset, why do you sound so upset?)
all of y’all motherf+ckers! f+ck you, die slow motherf+cker! my .4+4 make sure all yo kids don’t grow!
(diddy: you’re really scarin’ me right now, man..)
you motherf+ckers can’t be us or see us! we’re motherf+ckin’ thug life riders, west side till we die! out here in california, n+gga, we warn you, we’ll bomb on you motherf+ckers!
(diddy: +clapping+ ladies and gentlemen, give it up, give him a round of applause, the academy award goes to… the actor… tupac shakur! give him a round of applause!)
we do our job!
you think you the mob, n+gga, we the motherf+ckin’ mob!
ain’t nothing but k!llers
and the real n+ggas, all you motherf+ckers feel us
our sh+t goes triple and four quadruple
(diddy: anything else to say?)
you n+ggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns in they motherf+ckin’ belts
you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
(diddy: +yawns+)
you n+ggas can’t feel it
we the realest
f+ck ’em!
we bad boy k!llers
[verse 1 (diddy):]
bad boy…addicted to war.. (oww!)

check this out!

what we about to do right now
we about to take it to the streets, you know?
i’d like to formally say, for the record
that i love new york
uptown harlem, boogie+down bronx, staten island, long island
queensbridge, jersey, the n+ggas that represented us first
we’d like to thank you + thank you, haha
but check this out, it’s time to get up to a little bullsh+t, you know
there’s been a lot of yappin’ goin’ on
that’s why the name of this tape is called ‘stop yappin’, you dig?
you know, the n+gga tupac made a motherf+ckin’ record
dissin’ my man, dissin’ me, dissin’ my crew, dissin’ my company
and i loved it! i f+ckin’ loved it!
because it let me know the b+tch he really was
because i don’t know where y’all from, but where i’m from
bad boys move in silence, you dig?
and if a n+gga wanna come see me, they can come see me, ya know?
if a n+gga wanna see my man biggie? they know where he’s at!
they can come see him!
don’t get caught up in the industry, baby! can you feel me?!
can you feel me, n+ggas??!!
there’s a whole lotta actin’ goin’ on
as i said, i don’t know where you’re from
but where i’m from
if a n+gga wanna touch you
a n+gga wanna see you, he can find you
it’s very easy, you know?
we be at the tunnel
we be at, uh, the mirage
we be at the studio
we be at the office
we be on the streets
we ain’t hard to find
and if you got somethin’ to say to me, or my man, or my crew
pick up the phone, dial 4+1+1, we even listed!
we listed, n+ggas! we listed! can you feel me?
so stop actin’! and all y’all n+ggas gettin’ caught up with actors?
remember, bad boys move in silence, man
and all y’all n+ggas askin’ me questions about what’s goin’ on
and how i feel and what i’m gon’ do?
as i said, listen to me, bad boys move in silence
so i have nothing to say to you, can you feel me?

now back to the positive sh+t
we’re about to hit side b, y’all, and we’re gonna dedicate this to all the n+ggas
all the non+playa haters, all the n+ggas that ain’t jealous, all the n+ggas that don’t act like b+tches, all the n+ggas that don’t act, and keep it real, all the real dawgs, the real gangstas
we gon’ dedicate this to all the n+ggas gettin’ money that ain’t worryin’ about the next n+gga gettin’ money, or what the next n+gga’s doin’, or who the next n+gga’s f+ckin’, this one goes out to you +
side b, i love y’all n+ggas!
come on! ow!
volume iv! volume iv!
bad boy! come on!
i got a little treat for y’all n+ggas
(b+side, come on!)

[outro (notorious b.i.g.):]
a lime to a lemon, my d.c. women
bringing in coke and heroin to condos with elevators in them
vehicles with televisions in them
watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
disappearing acts, strictly 9’s and mac’s
k!llers be serial, copperfield material
my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
any place i visit, i got land there
how can n+ggas stand there and say i sound like them? h+llo
push wigs back and push 6 coupes that’s yellow
bust clips that extend from hand to elbow
spray up your day’s inn, any telly you’re in
crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
desert e’s street sweepers inside the beamer wagon
i rely on bed+stuy to shut it down if i die
put that on my diamond bezel, you’re messin’ with the devil
[freestyle continues]

(diddy: that was a little freestyle from notorious b.i.g.. life after death + the album!)

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