เนื้อเพลง On Top - Diddy

Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
N*gga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right)
It's Bad Boy we don't give a f*ck about y'all (that's right)
Step in the room see the b*tch come up out y'all (that's right)
I f*ck with n*ggas but it's something about y'all (uh huh)
Actin like Loon can't do sh*t without y'all (c'mon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you n*ggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music sh*t, die for some foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin b*tch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
N*ggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix
Watch (yeah) how we do this sh*t, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit

[Chorus - Marsha - 2x]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)

[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got n*ggas wilin out on the floor (let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-top Azure (yeah)
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin
y'all still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 'n (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)
(C'mon)
(Let's go)

[Chorus - 2x]

[Loon]
Aiyo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not me, I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me

[P. Diddy]
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
Son we multiply, n*gga we don't die
N*ggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
But n*gga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)
The judge said "not guilty" and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
N*ggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like n*gga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)

C'mon, man (let's go)

[Chorus - 4x]

[Marsha]
We got some, real n*ggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys On Top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin)
They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
No, we got some, real n*ggas, real blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won't stop