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Bad Boy 20th Anniversary Box Set Edition
Disc 1
01. Faith (interlude)
02. Victory [2016 Remastered] [Explicit]
03. Warning
04. Feel So Good
05. Angels
06. Come to Me
07. Me & U
08. Pop That
09. Notorious Thugs
10. Satisfy You
11. Can’t You See
12. You Used to Love Me
13. What You Want
14. Dance With Me (radio mix)
15. Flava in Ya Ear
16. Juicy
Disc 2
01. Love Like This
02. Hypnotize
03. Last Night
04. I Need a Girl (Part Two)
05. Peaches & Cream
06. One More Chance / Stay With Me (remix)
07. Kissin’ You
08. All My Love (interlude)
09. Emotional
10. I Don’t Wanna Know
11. Who Shot Ya?
12. Money, Power & Respect
13. Bad Boyz
14. Shot Caller (remix)
15. I Love the Dough
16. Whoa!
Disc 3
01. Born Again (intro)
02. Dead Wrong
03. Special Delivery (remix)
04. Mo Money Mo Problems
05. Bad Boy’s Been Around the World (remix)
06. Sitting Home
07. Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down
08. Big Poppa
09. Can’t Believe
10. Bonnie & Shyne
11. Spit Your Game (remix)
12. You Don’t Want Drama
13. I Love You Baby
14. Bad Boy for Life
15. Shake Ya Tailfeather
16. Bad Boy This Bad Boy That
Disc 4
01. Let’s Get It
02. It’s Goin’ Down
03. Dem Boyz
04. Relax and Take Notes
05. Hood Nigga
06. The Real (interlude)
07. Wild Boy
08. Get Down
09. Only You (remix)
10. Can I Live
11. 24 Hrs. to Live
12. Five-O
13. That's What You Are (interlude)
14. Yesterday
15. Down for Me
16. Last Time
Disc 5
01. Room 112 (intro)
02. When Boy Meets Girl
03. Fly Together
04. I Love You
05. Damaged
06. King of Hearts
07. Hot 2nite
08. Anywhere
09. I Wish
10. Primetime
11. Since You’ve Been Gone
12. You Are My Joy (interlude)
13. Ms. Wallace (outro)
14. We’ll Always Love Big Poppa
15. I’ll Be Missing You
16. Best Friend
Uh, uh, (uh, come on)

Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right)
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (come on, do it)

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on)
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you)
Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes go with Moschino (come on)
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit?
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six
Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass

Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I'll still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment (uh-uh)
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
"Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement"
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not Guilty)
Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with
Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice
So, get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten

Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo
Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi)
Dick black like Toby (Toby)
Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
Lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me, homie (say what, homie?)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid