featuring Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man
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Verse One: Treach
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Hey boo!
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Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender
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from last September you let me enter the center
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so we went through the Winter?
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Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve
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Now you think that you get robbed, if you're givin bod
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Well I'm stickin to the kitten cause it's hittin
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the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and trick it
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You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
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So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss
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It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified
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The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe
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So until it's 9090
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Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind me
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Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
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Too low to get under (yeah yeah)
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Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
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Too low to get under...
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...army with harmony
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Chorus: Boyz II Men
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We're just, vibin
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Groovin, vibin
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We're just, vibin
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Groovin, vibin
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Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background)
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[That's right]
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Just move it on down
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And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy]
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Haa! We just vibe to the beat [That's right]
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The Mackalicious funk flav [Gotta get the cash]
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Ah one two y'all! [Gotta get, gotta get the dough]
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Craig Mack's got a lot in store for MC's so please listen
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Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
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My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin
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Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be lying
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On the fader, from here to Grenada
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Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey Darth Vader
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You imitator, I'm greater than your data
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MC's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later
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I'm the, wisdom-mystical
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Hyper-scientifical
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Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle
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to lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip
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Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip
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Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
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Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
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I shake MC's down directly to the ground
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Boyz II Men make the world go round
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Three: Busta Rhymes
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How ya feel?
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Party people, how ya feel?
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Let me know if everything remains real!
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Word up! Tell me how ya feel!
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I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel
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so that everything's alright
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Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind
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Flip Mode y'all, yo
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WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze
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Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now!
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You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin
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Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin
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I make you feel the sensation like we come into
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the last days of Revelation, sometimes that's how we be vibin
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Yes I'm gonna keep you smilin
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Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney Island
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One two three it's simply you and me
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While you listen I MC
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Blow your mind and make you really want to par-ty
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Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep em swingin
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Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin
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But I keep on bringing ...
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... and swinging you better believe I keep your bells ringing
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Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall
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With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all!
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Chorus 2X
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Bring the universal vibe y'all
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One time, Flip Mode is forever
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Y'all get down and feel my thing
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Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing
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One time while I get on
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Verse Four: Method Man
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Here come that real rap shit
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Criminology, yeah
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I mentally stab your brain with the pain
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While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames
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You know my fuckin name, write joints with Mary J.
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Johnny Blaze get methed right because it pays
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Life insurance indeed as we proceed
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To give the track menstraul cramps until it bleeds
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Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye
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Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y.
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City, my whole rap committee get busy
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My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he?
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Lady sings the blues then, I take it as a gem
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That's able to raise Boyz II Men
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A thousand, young black kids from out the housing
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projects, ready to catch wreck, Ticallion
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The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction
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| Stop the yap |
