[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)