Excuse Me

Quiet on the set, my niggas

Ayo, Jay, yo, Jay, hah

Who the winners? Who the champs? Who the kings, huh?

We Bad Boys, sad boys

Curl niggas like activators

And stay in Sean John Navigators and make papers

So damn amazing, man

Though there's nothing that could save you, man

I'll shake this building, first day out sell a million

Fucking with adults, no children

Ghetto blaster, five-star, hot car, open bar, flavor

Clubs ain't the same without Mack

That's why I came to attack, Black radio, your monster's back

Know at least a million cars gon' bounce to that

Know at least a million stars gon' stand in back

Know at least a million dollars in the bank, man

You ain't no general, you just lost your rank, man

Excuse me, mister

Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya

Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)

You not gon' last, boy

Excuse me, mister

Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya

Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)

You not gon' last, boy

I'm not Ben Affleck, recognize I'm Black

Customized, supersized, no fries, just Mack

A cooler guy ain't alive

The golden child has arrived, fell from the sky, but I survived

Did a burnout on delivery in four-wheel drive

Was you kidding me? The epitome of keeping it live

My activity on symphony, you continue to buy

Ain't no mystery, I'm not gon' lie

I be sitting here like that man with the statue just thinking

The one with the fist and not Lincoln

The one with the fifth who ain't blinking

The one with the name that ain't shrinking

Contract inking, girl winking when it's cold, start minking

You stinking, wack and that's why your phone is not ringing

Picture me singing on this love tune

Fuck rain, get ready for my monsoon

Excuse me, mister

Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya

Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)

You not gon' last, boy

Where's the honeys? Who making money, huh?

Where my niggas, huh? True thugs, true love

We at the bar, open it up

Mama bear, let me open it up and soak it up

Cats better double up, your shit is not enough

Your shit is kind of so-so, homo

Dough like Yoko Ono, just add a O

Pull out the credit card, they just add a O

Settled with the knowledge of an eye for an eye

Fuck going to college, I'm a street smart guy

And I'm a B-I-A, probably gon' see me tonight

You gon' see me for the rest of your life

Pharmaceutical, beautiful, suitable Mack

On the podium, holding 'em, taking shit back

Y'all niggas is heartless

Faggots regardless, what you want?

Excuse me, mister

Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya

Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)

You not gon' last, boy

Excuse me, mister

Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya

Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)

You not gon' last, boy, hah