Verse One:

Now it's Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
put it out in all the stores, bet you could shop that
Lead a nigga with the hi hat, fronting like
Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly mista
Nickel-nine nigga, cause you die quicker
This fed time outta town pot flipper
tongue Cristal and a Crooked I sipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
fuck around weak staff, get a heat rash
Anything in Bad Boy's way we smash
hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class
I'm through being a player and a baller
just give me one bad chick so I can spoil her
Mase wanna be the one you respect, lace 'em in effects
rock Versace silks over spilled brunette
Got green you never seen so you suck my jewels
clutch my uz(i), anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck the rules (that's right)
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch the jewels

Chorus:

Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge
We're tryin not to lose our head, uh, hah hah, hah

I get the feelin sometimes they make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under
Why you wanna take us under
(repeat 2X)

Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin

Verse Two: Mase

Broken glass everywhere
if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care
I'm that goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
Mase would you please stop smoking lah lah?
Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin hersheys
brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Brothers wanna: Rock the Rolls, rock the gold
rock the ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life
I'm like, "Damn, how these niggas got the gut?
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you shake me, cause you hate me?
Or you got a Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree?

Chorus

Verse Three:

Quit that, you a big cat? Where your chicks at?
Where your whips at? Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that
Everything that's big dreams, I did that
Don't knock me cause you're boring
My record sales soaring, straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wanting to hand me
cause their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese, in the West Indies
Come home to twenty cream Bentleys
You name it, I can claim it
Young, black, and famous, with money hanging out the anus
And when you need a hit who you gonna get?
Bet against us? Not a sure bet
We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set
I got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet

Chorus

(Repeats and fades til end)
Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down.. Oh no
I got to keep on movin