Bad Boy... we aint gon stop
Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like its hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (thats right)
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy aint got tracks (nigga stop that)
Theres no guy slicker than this young fly nigga
Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh)
This fed time outta town pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash
Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash)
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe)
Im through with bein a player and a baller
Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her
Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when youre vexed
Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette
Got green never seen so you suck my jewels
Clutch my uz, anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (thats right)
Goodfellas, you know you cant touch us dudes
Dont push us, cause were close to the, edge
Were tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah
Broken glass everywhere
if it aint about the money, Puff, I just dont care (thats right)
Im that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
(Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?)
Puff why try? Im a thug, Ima die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers aint worthy to rock my derby
Though Im never drugged, Im the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh)
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy? (yeah)
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (cmon)
Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me
Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes
Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh)
Im like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust?
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me?
Or he got his Ph.D; Player Haters Degree? (Ahaha!)
Cant nobody take my pride
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Cant nobody hold me down... ohh no
I got to keep on movin
Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat? (yeah)
Where your chicks at? (yeah) Where your whips at? (where dey at?)
Wherever you get stacks, Ima fix that
Everything thats big dreams, I did that (thats right)
Dont knock me cause youre boring
Im record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me
cause their words just dont offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh)
We spend cheese, in the West Indies
Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe)
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 go and get? (who?)
Bet against us? (Not a sure bet)
We make hits thatll rearrange your whole set (thats right)
and got a Benz that I aint even drove yet
Dont push us, cause were close to the, edge
Were tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah
I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under
Why you wanna take us under
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