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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 blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
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Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed 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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niggaz didn't know me ' 91 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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*singers come in over last line*
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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 (2x)
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Yeah yeah, ahaha, 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
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Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
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Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
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When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
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gotta call me on the 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'll be your day, we don't play
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Mess around with 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
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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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Uhh, uhh
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B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
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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
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Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
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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
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If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
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Where the true players at?
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Throw your roadies in the sky
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Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
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While I give your girl the eye, player please
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Lyrically, nigga see
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B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
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Five double oh, get the phone number
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your name, I got to know, I got to go
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Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
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like thizat, dangerous
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on trizack, leave your ass blizzack
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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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Somebody tell me 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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Mo money mo problems
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The notorious B.I.G |