[Featuring Mase Puff Daddy] Verse One: Mase 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 Dulce down To the tube socks the same ol pimp Mase you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on the blimp Guarantee a million sales call it love or luck 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 PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter Scooled 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* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the D-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 DOA, 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 I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) 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 Catch a seat at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein nice 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 0, here's my phone number Your man ain't gotta know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous On trizack, leave your ass cozak 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)
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