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