Vibin'

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