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Where's Sean? feat. Big Azz Ko, Black Rob, Kain, Loon, Mark Curry And Bristal
Diddy
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Ayo, what's up, playboy?
Yeah, yeah, I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get with me, alright?
Yeah, I got somethin' I need you to do
Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there
Yo, I got the call from Sean, he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there, it was gone
Hold on, say word, you got to be jokin'
Don't worry 'bout it, dunn, I'm on the next thing smokin'
Hit Bristal up on the speed dial
Yo, these funny talkin' cats tryna do a nigga foul
It's goin' down, nigga, round up the team
I'ma head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things and rope to climb walls
Infrared vision, earplugs and all
Digital surveillance linked with laptops
Express mail it to me, care Tony Bankstocks
I'm splurtin' for certain, Bris' put work in
Searchin', dippin', curvin', break it clean, not a virgin
From servin', hit Rob certain, I'm burnin'
On my way from Mount Vernon, swervin' in stretch bourbon
Identity of this man that look Persian
Ayo, we gotta get him, I wanna know
Where they came from or who sent them
First nigga to find him better bend him
'Cause I just spoke to Polly Fontaine, shit ain't a game
And Sean feel the same, so y'all niggas better get on point
Well, it seems like our Bad Boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
But let's see how Robby-O handles this one
Bad Boys, watch your backs
Watch your backs, Bad Boys
Yo, who the fuck is this?
Pagin' me at 8:46, I'm hoppin' out a shorty whip
I'm by the 'tel, across from Exxon by the Shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when your flight land? We in a tight jam
Me and Diddy fam' sorta like his right hand
I touch down like 2:30
Files on you, your hoes, and them cowards I'ma do dirty
Still a permission that we all equal, all lethal
Caught 'em doin' dirt to the wrong people
It's the family affair, I'm here with all of me
I'ma deal with this one accordingly
Got the location, sittin' in the car so patient
Get bagged, murder be the casin'
And I'm tired of jail
Even though through the riots, I prevailed
Enjoyin' my freedom
Got two kids, as long as I feed 'em
I'm here for the fam' that's there when I need 'em
Yo, uh-uh-uh, hello?
It gotta be them same cats, I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan, they run for cover
Knew 'cause this bitch that I fuck with, one thought I loved her
Seized the bait that's gon' pull '
Em to the surface, that's the purpose
One of these places make 'em nervous
Catch 'em when they out for hamburgers
Turn they whole lunch into a murder
And the way all around's gon' be heard of
This shit's big, the first thing to catch to where PD is
I'm on it, act like they want it, I'ma bring the heat
Just let me know the place we plan to meet
And I'm there sure as your heartbeat
Yo, I ain't really tryna duck no strays
So watch what the fuck you say
It's your mouth that started the shit
Now you actin' all retarded and shit
Dawg, I came to play my part and that's it
We had a foolproof plan, all we need was the fam'
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two Lincoln LS sedans
Fifteen hundred yards of Saran
And after the scam, we be out in Amsterdam
Yo, call Sean in Milan
Call Sean, tell Sean we gone
We'll meet him in Hong Kong
With two chicks, both they thongs on
Mei Ling and Kim Long, both of them dead wrong
Two rich bitches the feds on
Yeah, well, it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong Kong
He's found himself in a sticky, icky, icky situation
But you know somethin'? I have faith in the Bad Boys
Bad Boys, bring it on home
Bring it on home, Bad Boys
Uh, I'm 'bout to do Santo Domingo on a horse named Bingo
A fugitive lookin' for puffs, switchin' my lingo
Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo
Callin' up MC for a cuatro cinco
The set-up, tryin' on my way to uniform
Room service bumpin' Kane on the newest song
Holdin' gats, knowin' everything I do is wrong
'Til I hijack the sky flyin' on a unicorn
Downstairs with a bag of money and two clips
Talkin' to loose chicks with sombreros and toothpicks
Sayin' they commit homicides for two bits
And fuck for dough like I give two shits
Wildfire call from Hong Kong
(Hello?) (Yo, Kain, I just spotted Sean John)
Hold up, some information was missed
I just got the same page from Bris'
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks
Followed by four whips somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set-up, tell the crew to keep they heads high
I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die
We've been fucked, somebody told us a bent lie
Let's get back to the spot in NY
Seven Glocks, PSPO pops, hit both the hot locks
Let it read in the Diddy is on them hot blocks
So we sent two teams to rush both spots
Ha, yeah, suited up, ready to dumb-zap
Thumbs out, rush the motherfuckin' door with our guns out
Ayo, yo, hold up, stop the music, man
Y'all niggas is crazy, I was only jokin', man
Just wanted to see if my family was on point
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