Verse One: Treach
 Hey boo!
 Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender
 from last September you let me enter the center
 so we went through the Winter?
 Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve
 Now you think that you get robbed, if you're givin bod
 Well I'm stickin to the kitten cause it's hittin
 the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and trick it
 You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
 So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss
 It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified
 The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe
 So until it's 9090
 Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind me

 Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
 Too low to get under (yeah yeah)
 Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
 Too low to get under...
 ...army with harmony

 Chorus: Boyz II Men

 We're just, vibin
 Groovin, vibin
 We're just, vibin
 Groovin, vibin

 Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background)

 [That's right]
 Just move it on down
 And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy]
 Haa! We just vibe to the beat [That's right]
 The Mackalicious funk flav [Gotta get the cash]
 Ah one two y'all! [Gotta get, gotta get the dough]

 Craig Mack's got a lot in store for MC's so please listen
 Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
 My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin
 Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be lying
 On the fader, from here to Grenada
 Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey Darth Vader
 You imitator, I'm greater than your data
 MC's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later
 I'm the, wisdom-mystical
 Hyper-scientifical
 Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle
 to lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip
 Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip
 Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
 Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
 I shake MC's down directly to the ground
 Boyz II Men make the world go round

 Chorus 2X

 Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

 How ya feel?
 Party people, how ya feel?
 Let me know if everything remains real!
 Word up! Tell me how ya feel!
 I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel
 so that everything's alright
 Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind
 Flip Mode y'all, yo

 WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze
 Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now!
 You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin
 Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin
 I make you feel the sensation like we come into
 the last days of Revelation, sometimes that's how we be vibin
 Yes I'm gonna keep you smilin
 Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney Island
 One two three it's simply you and me
 While you listen I MC
 Blow your mind and make you really want to par-ty
 Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep em swingin
 Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin
 But I keep on bringing ...
 ... and swinging you better believe I keep your bells ringing
 Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall
 With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all!

 Chorus 2X

 Bring the universal vibe y'all
 One time, Flip Mode is forever
 Y'all get down and feel my thing
 Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing
 One time while I get on

 Verse Four: Method Man

 Here come that real rap shit
 Criminology, yeah

 I mentally stab your brain with the pain
 While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames
 You know my fuckin name, write joints with Mary J.
 Johnny Blaze get methed right because it pays
 Life insurance indeed as we proceed
 To give the track menstraul cramps until it bleeds
 Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye
 Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y.
 City, my whole rap committee get busy
 My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he?
 Lady sings the blues then, I take it as a gem
 That's able to raise Boyz II Men
 A thousand, young black kids from out the housing
 projects, ready to catch wreck, Ticallion
 The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction
 Stop the yappin make it happen baby