PD World Tour

Uh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all Thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon' do now? Sorry Let's go [Chorus] Yo, Black Rob makin' all stops We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin' all props Switchin' gears on the Ducati Cats schemin' prob'ly But we ain't tryin' a hurt nobody (We ain't tryin' a hurt nobody) We just tryin' a make it clear There, B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado, we bring to you (Without further ado) Your highness, (your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest [Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure, mo' morals Small shit - it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it; it's off the hook; it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude; I warned you before the wildin' My team: some sick cats, fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin' I try to tell 'em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin' my debut, duckin' the Ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech, and I ain't even put it on yet Just imagine me and you toe to toe, back of the paddy wagon To the death till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck [Chorus] [Black Rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles At last stuck you and your so called team Them so called men; cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me diggin' in the scene, one fifteen, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before; my shit's stress with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin', 'cause right now I see the profit Show me some grams; I chop it Show me some land; I cop it Show me some ho somewhere in the tropics And I'm a suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We ain't mad though; we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll If you was seein' his dough, you'd be the same baby [Chorus] [P Diddy] Yo, when I walk up in the place, all eyes is on me Is it me or the hundred grand worth of icy? Can't underestimate me; I beg your pardon If y'all ain't had guns, I probably wouldn't have brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin' Sean John, poppin' Sean Don Fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world - watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy, you know the drilly Y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly? It's crazy how they all fall down; all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Ain't shit changed; same shit stains in the business Approach me; play me closely; hopin' hopefully (keep hopin') Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit 'em severe Aiyyo, Paul, get the Bent Let's get the fuck up outta here [Chorus x 2]