(Puff) Ahe he
(Mase) Yo turn me up in the headphones
(Puff) Like that?
(Mase) Yeah
(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop

Verse One: Mase

Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you
could shop that (that's right)
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like
Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that)
There's 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)
I'm 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 you're 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 (that's right)
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes

Chorus: Puff, Mase

Puff Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
Puff We're tryin, not to lose our
heads, a-hah hah hah hah

Mase I get the feelin sometime that make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under
Puff Why you wanna take us under
(repeat 2X)

Mase Can't nobody take my pride
Puff Uh uh, uh uh
Mase Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no
I got to keep on movin

Verse Two: Mase

Broken glass everywhere *glass shatters*
if it ain't about the money, Puff, I
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/7jhNjust don't care (that's right)
I'm 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? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Though I'm never drugged, I'm 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? (c'mon)
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)
I'm 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 Hater's Degree? (Ahaha!)

Chorus

Verse Three: Mase

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, I'ma fix that
Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right)
Don't knock me cause you're boring
I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me
cause their words just don't 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 hanging 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 that'll rearrange your
whole set (that's right)
and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet

Chorus

Mase Can't nobody take my pride
Puff Uh-uh, uh-uh
Mase Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no
Puff I got to keep on movin (keep it movin)
*repeat to fade*