Where's Sean?

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