[Produced by Chuckie Thompson]

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
See when we get on shit
We like to make you, shake your ass (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Move your hips (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
So we gon' do a little somethin' like this (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Flipmode (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm), Bad Boy
Check this out (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy, Rampage & Both]
Tell me how it feels, is it hot, is it not?
Does it drop cash like a slot (Yeah)
Does it stay streeted go pop
Checkin' out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Could chart at number one (Mm), drinks in the sun (Uh-huh)
Eighty times a week I get sponged, shake it hon'
All a brother know is make the hit, get the dough (C'mon)
Makin' grandmas hit the floor, really though
It's my thang (Yeah), my slang
Rich motherfucker, scoopin' chicks at the Rucker (Yeah)
Bringing my team to the joint (Uh), wit' Allen Iverson runnin' on point
(Yeah) Don't smoke a spliff on the joint (Uh, yeah)
And when you see me they all point (Uh)
Cause I (Yeah), I be that n***a wit' the million (Uh) dollar figures
Gettin' all up (Gyeah) in they bitches
Leavin' (Right) they pussy in stitches, uh
[Verse 2: Rampage & Puff Daddy]
Ayo, I'm on to the next level (Uh, uh)
I'm gettin' rich (Uh-huh), friends said I switch
I got (Uh) me a bad chick, live up in the hills (Hills)
Pay my mom's bills (Bills) (Yeah), recoup a half a mil' (Uh)
Still got my deal (Hehe), pop the 700 Benz-o
You never seen (Tell 'em), cash money fiend (Word)
A lot of cats wanna dream (C'mon)
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimps with steam
I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo, I split your whole spleen (Hehe) if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you (Uh) for your stash
VIP pass (Pass), save all the gas (Gas), I make it last (Uh-huh, gotcha)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (All), Rampage & Ma$e]
To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, (Uh) say
(Don't stop the body rock!) Yo, ayo, yo
A-to my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say
(Don't stop the body rock!) Ayo, yo, yo
A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say
(C'mon, c'mon, yeah)
(Don't stop the body rock!) C'mon, ayo (That's right)
A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say
(Don't stop the body rock!) C'mon, c'mon, yo
[Verse 3: Ma$e]
Since Ma$e refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves (Yeah)
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes in them two thousand dollar shoes (That's right)
When I move to new Jerus, 'cause I like the cruise
And my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough
I'm that Goodfell-ay, what the hell they can tell me (Uh-uh)
Smoke my lala out in LA, who's ready
Juice heavy back in blue Chevy
See Angelettie when a n***a need his chedd-ay (Yeah)
'Cause I'm rawer than a broad way
With all yay's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had a partner (That's right) so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And in a week I had to re-up (C'mon)
So what, so what

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes & Ma$e]
Ayo, check out the way me and my n***as always be rippin' shit
The way that I display new flavor (Yeah) and do it so intricate
Pitter and patter, patter and pitter all over this shit
Uh-uh, uh-oh, y'all n***as be yappin' 'til I be sick of it
Hit you with shit that y'all n***as'll never ever forget (Never)
Fuckin' with my n***as is like you playin' Russian Roulette (Oooh)
Ooh, me and my whole platoon coming soon
N***a make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons
Ayo, yo, think you can manage all of my n***as damage?
Tryin' to alter our lavish livin' n***as'll turn savage
Yo, Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' (That's right)
Makin' sure all of you n***as all say, “Hoooo!”
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (All) & Puff Daddy]
To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, say (C'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) Yo, ayo, yo
A-to my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say (C'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) Ayo, yo, yo (Yeah)
A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say (C'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, ayo (Yeah, yeah)
A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say (C'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) (Yeah) C'mon, c'mon, yo
(Yeah, yeah) To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, say (Yeah)
(Don't stop the body rock) Yo, ayo, yo
(You see? Alright then)
A-to my people in the back, if you're not a wack, say
(Don't stop the body rock) Ayo, yo, yo
A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say
(Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, ayo
A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say
(Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, c'mon, yo (Yeah)

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Flipmode, Bad Boy
And we won't stop, 'cause they can't stop

[Hidden Track]

[Intro: Spliff Star]
Check it, what, hah, hah, haha, aha
Yeah, yeah, (Yeah, yeah), yo

[Verse: Spliff Star]
It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon
Who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed I can see Howard's Endin'
I'm goin' to get this paper, from now to armageddon (Uh)
My maps is too strict (Hah), my squad is too thick (Hah)
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on (Uh-huh), I took another route (Say what)
I'm wreckin' shows, you know, from here to over South (Hah)
The motherfuckers know exact you talkin' about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV (Fuck that!)
I'm comin' to gain on soul trains (Uh-huh)
Now I'm gettin' paid like that n***a Damon Wayne (Fuck that!)
No more stress on the brain (Yo, fuck that!)
No more sellin' cocaine (What?)
I'm out there, I'm out there!
On the radio (Hah), catch me in the video, doin' my thing (Uh-huh)
Still smokin' Kushu Bang (Smokin')
Just came off my P.O. (Oh), I'm in my basement, write enough flow
That's right, my fuckin' brains open (Aha!)
Got you jealous n***as on the side schoolin' (Yo), smell the weed I'm totin'
And stink like skunk, I'm beatin' down you punks
And shut the fuck up!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, what the f-, what the fuck is goin' on in my shit?
Ayo, Spliff Star, how the fuck you up in my shit?
Got your fuckin' songs on my LP, n***a?
N***a, we know yo' shit comin' out in '98, motherfucker!
Have patience!
Motherfucker tryna Bogart space on my LP