Puff Daddy:
Bad Boy... we ain't gonna stop
Now its Sean on the hot track, melt like
its hot wax
Put it out, all the stores
Bet you could shop that
Leave a nigga with a hot hat
Frontin' like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (Nigga stop that)
Mase:
There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga
Nickel-Nine Nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh)
The fed time outta town pie flipper
Turned Cristal into a Crooked Ide's sipper
Puff Daddy:
Everybody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around a weak staff, get a heat rash
Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class
I'm through with being a playa and a baller
Just loan me one bad bit so I can spoil her
Mase:
Mase wanna be the one you respect, keep 'em when you're vexed
Rock Versace silks over spilled v-neck
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my ooze, anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws
Nigga, fuck your rules (That's right)
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch this dude
Both:
Don't push us, 'cause we're close to the... edge
We're trying' not to lose our heads
Uh...hah hah...hah
Mase:
Broken glass everywhere
If it ain't about no money, Puff I just don't care
I'm that goodfella, fly guy
Sometime wiseguy
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
(Mase, can you please stop smokin 'La La')
Puff why try... I'm a thug, I'm a die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin' hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
No, I'm never drugged, honey when I'm in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as smooth as Bugsy
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly
Naw, I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply, the girls just love me
Brothers wanna rock my Rolls
Rock my clothes, rock my ice
Pull out glocks, stop my light
I'm like damn how these niggas got the cut
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife
Do you think, you snake me.. cuz he hate me
Or you got a P-H-D, Player Haters Degree
Both:
Can't nobody take my pride uh-uh uh-uh
Can't nobody hold me down... Oh no
I got to keep on movin'
Puff Daddy:
Quit that (uh huh) You a big cat (yeaaa)
Where your chicks at? (where)
Where your whips at? (where they at)
Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that
Everything mass big dreams...I did that
Don't knock me 'cause your borin'
I'm record sales soaring, straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand me
cause their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese, in the West Indies
Then come home to plenty, Cream Bentleys
You name it, I could claim it
Young black and famous with money hangin out the anus
And 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
And got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet
Both:
Don't push us
Cuz we're close to the...edge
We're trying not to lose our head
Uh...hah hah...hah
I get the feelin sometimes, it make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under (Why you wanna take us under?)
I get the feelin sometimes, it make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under (Why you wanna take us under?)
Outro:
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin'
(Repeat and fade out)