Now, it's Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax. Put it out in all the stores, bet you could shop that. Lead a nigga with the high hat, frontin' like Bad Boy aint got tracks (nigga stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly mista, nickle-nine nigga, cause you die quicker. This fed time outta town pot flipper, tounge krystal in a crooked I sipper. Everybody want to be fast, see the cash, fuck around weak staff, get a heat rash. Anything in Bad Boy's way we smash, hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-class. I'm through with being a playa and a baller, just give me one bad chick so I can spoil her. Mase wanna be the one you respect, lace 'em in effects, rock Versace silks over spilled brunette. Got green you never seen so you suck my jewels, clutch my oos, anything I touch I bruise. Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck the rules (that's right) Goodfellas, you know you can't touch the jewels..............CHORUS: Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge. We're trying not to lose our heads, uh hah hah hah. I get the felling sometimes that make me wonder, why you wanna take us under. Why you wanna take us under. Can't nobody take my pride, can't nobody hold me down , oh no, I got to keep on movin'........ Broken glass everywhere, if it aint about the money, Puff, I just don't care. I'm that goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguy, spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I. Mase would you please stop smokin' lah lah? Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high. I be out in Jersey, puffin' hersheys, brothers aint worthy to rock my derby. Brothers wanna: rock the rolls, rock the gold, rock the ice, pull out glocks, stop my life. I'm like, "Damn, how these niggas got the gut? Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?" Do you think you shake me, cause you hate me? Or you got a PhD.....Player haters Degree?................Chorus..................... Quit that. You a big cat? Where your chicks at? Where your whips at? Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that. Everything that's big dreams, I did that. Don't knock me cause your boring. My record sales soaring, straight touring. Simply a lot of men be wanting to hand me, cause their words just don't offend me. We spend cheese, in the West Indies. Come home to 20 cream Bentleys. You name it, I can claim it. Young, black and famous, with money hanging out the anus. When you need a hit, who you gonna get? Bet against us? Not a sure bet. We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set. I got a Benz that I aint even drove yet.................Chorus................