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# Debut Chart
1 Aug '97 Hot 100
2 Aug '97 R&B
63 Jun '01 Single Sales

Lyrics

Verse One: Mase Now, whos 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 whos mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know aint nuttin change but my limp Cant stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You dont believe in Harlem World nigga double up We dont play around its a bet lay it down nigga didnt know me ninety-one bet they know me now Im the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Cant no PHD 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


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I dont know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y know youd 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 nows when all the ballin stops, nigga never home got a chrome one and a yacht Ten years from now well still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop Now whatcha gonna do when its cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me thisll be your day, we dont play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it aint enough time here, aint enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and Im bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah I dont know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see 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 Im 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 its cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, aint no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their 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, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass kizzack I dont know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Whats goin on? Whats goin on? I dont know what, they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see

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