Now, who's
hot who not
Tell me
who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell
me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels
got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the
tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you
know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop
till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee
a million sales pullin all the love
You don't
believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't
play around it's a bet lay it down
nigga didn't
know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the
young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no
Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled
me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble
stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp
niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then
ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers
come in over this last line*
Chorus
I don't
know what, they want from me
It's like
the more money we come across
The more
problems we see
(repeat
1X)
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah,
ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
know you'd
rather see me die than to see me fly
I call
all the shots
Rip all
the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all
the drops, I know you thinkin now's
when all
the ballin stops, nigga never
home gotta
call me on the yacht
Ten years
from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought
I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha
gonna do when it's cool
bag a money
much longer than yours
and a team
much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll
be your day, we don't play
Mess around
be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it
ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you
to shine here, deal with many women
but treat
dimes fair, and I'm
bigger
than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah
yeah
Chorus
Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G.,
P-O, P-P-A
No info,
for the, DEA
Federal
agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my
cell, and the phone in the basement
My team
supreme, stay clean
Triple
beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you
see at all events bent
Gats in
holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy,
I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise
too much, I lose, too much
Step on
stage the girls boo too much
I guess
it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose
my touch, never that
If I did,
ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the
true players at?
Throw your
Rollies in the sky
Wave em
side to side and keep your hands high
While I
give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically,
niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin
jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double
oh, here's my phone number
Your man
ain't got to know, I got to go
Got the
flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat,
dangerous
on trizack,
leave your ass blizzack
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X)
What's goin on?
What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3X to fade)