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