[Puff Daddy]
Yo, check this out
I go by the name of Puff Daddy
and I got my man Ma$e
He got somethin to say
[Ma$e]
Yo check this out this Ma$e the Roy Jones of this rap shit
I'm young I'm pretty I'm hittin hard
I'm in the best shape of my life
Niggaz don't wanna get in the ring with me
Word up, this Bad Boy, Harlem on the rise
You don't want a problem with us guys... mmmhmm
[Puff Daddy (starts during 2nd line above of Ma$e)]
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
All I hear is mad more hits and mad more tracks
(repeat 3X)
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
All we make is mad more hits and mad more tracks, c'mon!!
[Ma$e]
You know I can't see less than a E.S., with G.S.V.S. (yeah)
And I won't stop til we rest in Key West (uh-huh)
This be the Ma$e Bad Boy debut (that's right)
Y'all niggaz in the back, steady sayin I'm souped
Your hoes in the front, steady sayin I'm cute (that's right)
Beep me all day just to lay up in the Coupe (ha ha)
I hit fam tell KAM pick me in the Land
Go blow six grand go catch a quick tan
I'm a big trick, drink expensive liquids
I see riches straight from the district (whoo!)
So how you expect you can jerk your check (I don't know)
Then you come home thinkin you deserve the sex
Yo I merk when I jet in convertible Lex
And I move too swift, might hurt your neck (ahaha)
I jump out the Lex with the iceberg sweat
Platinum chain hang with a third of baguettes (c'mon)
This year P niggaz gon fear me, hear me
Wave my treble, put my shit on blazin levels
C'mon niggaz, give em what I got
Since you want butter now you got to take it while it's hot
I wasn't gonna talk but you made this a issue
Now I got to get you, send dog to sick you
Pull a pistol, make all my shots hit you
Rip your tissue, send you place where they miss you
I'm sweatin' bullets for breakfast
Slipping outta my range
Another night on a meathook
Just tryin' to pickle my brain
Why the hell are you running
And what are you standing for
A lightweight with the baggage
Slung out the door
So roll us on up in shrink-wrap
It sounds like a good place to hide
'Coz heads an' tails it's a night on
We'll be there 'til the end of the line
I asked out the back
To find a word in a cloud
Told me something that I already knew
Now if you're waiting for luck
To come and touch you up
You better wear yourself a good-lookin' suit
Don't you come around asking
Coz I ain't got an answerin' mind
I'm gonna get real damn familiar
With something with ice
So set us on up in the corner
And throw over that bottle 'o wine
Coz heads and tails it's a night on
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
Don't expect us now to understand
Or trust in the way that it feels
Chasin' up the coins into the ocean
And choppin' up the carriages to fight the locomotion alright
I had a win in Kansas
A birthday in North Albany
The most ungrateful tourist
You ever dragged an old friend to see
(Kick out the jams it ain't no fuckin' exam)