(feat. Kelly Price, Mase)



{Puffy (Mase) |Kelly|}

Yeah, we up now, yeah (Uh c'mon)

Yeah, we up now (Uh, uh c'mon)

We up now |Baby, I like it|

Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh c'mon)

(Uh uh c'mon) |I like it babe|

(Uh uh c'mon)

(C'mon c'mon c'mon)

They're back


{Puffy}

Yo, now nobody party like we party

You wouldn't know 'till you cats see me party

I hardly sip bacardi

So your clique think a nigga to pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh)

But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P. D-I-double D-Y

Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out

Same cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep)

All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep)

Don't know whatch'all 'bout but I'm livin' it up

Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what

So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to)

They know why everything I touch is so fly

Mult-I so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi

All day the niggas from New York to Norway

My name hold more weight than Broadway


{1} - {Kelly Price}

You like the way I do the things I do

It's all for you

No way to fill my shoes

Cuz all I do, I do for you


The more cheddar, the more better

Ever since I was young I was a go-getter

And you should know better to call Puff the coketeller

Knowin' I'm a Hummer wholesaler

And you should know this

I'm a poet, got money won't show it

I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle

Talk slick, I might bust you

Watch your manners, I be on the cameras

I be the next cat down in Atlantis

Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific

Hop in the van shop when we land

Don't worry bout the pilot chattin' in the Chopper's my man

I ain't only from Harlem, I'm from the Heartland

When I got problems I send in a dark van

Cats in the street treat me like a mob man

Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man


{Repeat 1}


Yo, I tried to hold back, I can't hold back

Y'all could be all that, I want it all back

I sat back, let niggas get they dough

I played the cut and let niggas rip they show

Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris'

Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit

But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this

I got to flip, the v's niggas pop the shit, come on

And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits

Been rock my wrist, and flood my dial

These haters be hatin, but love my style

And ladies go crazy, they love my smile

P. Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga

Get money, that's simply the plan

True Chocolate Mack who's pocket's fat

You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy


{Repeat 1 while:}

{Mase (Puffy)}

Yep yep, All Out

Yep yep, H World

Yep yep, Bad Boy

Yep yep, wanna blow

Yep yep, I'm a problem

Yep yep, can I be

Yep yep, Crime Fam'

Yep yep, suga suga

Uh uh uh

Uh uh uh

Uh uh uh

Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now)

Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that)

Uh uh uh uh uh

All Out, we back we back

(We gon' see what you could do now cuz we up now)

Yeah Baby Stase, Blinky Blink

(It's our time, come on, come on, come on, come on)