| Bad Boy, we ain’t gon' stop
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| Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it’s hot wax
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| Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that
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| Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like
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| Bad Boy ain’t got tracks, nigga stop that
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| There’s no guy slicker than this young fly nigga
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| Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker
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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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| Everybody 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
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| Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class
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| I’m 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’re 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', anything I touch I bruise
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| Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules
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| Goodfellas, you know you can’t touch us dudes
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| Don’t push us, 'cause we’re close to the, edge
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| We’re tryin', not to lose our heads
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| Broken glass everywhere
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| If it ain’t about the money, Puff, I just don’t care
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| I’m 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’m a thug, I’ma die high
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| I be out in Jersey, puffin' Hershey
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| Brothers ain’t worthy to rock my derby
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| Though I’m never drugged, I’m the venom in the club, G
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| Though I know the thug be wantin' to slug me
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| Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy?
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| Or be at the bar with too much bubbly?
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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
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| I’m like, «Damn, how these niggas got they trust?
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| Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?»
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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’s Degree?
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| Can’t nobody take my pride
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| Can’t nobody hold me down, oh no
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| I got to keep on movin'
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| Quit that, you a big cat?
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| Where your chicks at? |
| Where your whips at?
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| Wherever you get stacks, I’ma fix that
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| Everything that’s big dreams, I did that
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| Don’t knock me 'cause you’re boring
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| I’m record sales soaring, 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’t offend me
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| We spend cheese, in the West Indies
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| Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys
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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?
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| Bet against us? |
| Not a sure bet
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| We make hits that’ll rearrange your whole set
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| And got a Benz that I ain’t even drove yet
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| Don’t push us, 'cause we’re close to the, edge
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| We’re tryin', not to, lose our heads
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| I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder
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| Why you wanna take us under? |
| Why you wanna take us under?
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| I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder
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| Why you wanna take us under? |
| Why you wanna take us under?
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| Can’t nobody take my pride
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| Can’t nobody hold me down, oh no
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| I got to keep on movin'
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| Can’t nobody take my pride
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| Can’t nobody hold me down, oh no
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| I got to keep on movin'
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| Can’t nobody take my pride
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| Can’t nobody hold me down, oh no
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| I got to keep on movin' |