(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 spol 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, no

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