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Verse One: Mase
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Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
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Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
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Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
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Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
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Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
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Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
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Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
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Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
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I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
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Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
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Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
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Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
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No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
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Got plans to get my Land and my 6
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Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit
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Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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Been around the world and yah yah yah
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And we been playa hated [say what?]
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I don't know and I don't know why
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Why they want us faded
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I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
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Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
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Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
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Baby baby
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Verse Two: Puff Daddy
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I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
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Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
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I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
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Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
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Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
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Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
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Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
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Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
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What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
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How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
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Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
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it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
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It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
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Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
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And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
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Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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Been around the world and yah yah yah
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And we been playa hated [say what?]
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I don't know and I don't know why
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Why they want us faded
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I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
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Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
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Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
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Baby baby
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Verse Three
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Puff:
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Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
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I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
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Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
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Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
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Mase:
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Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
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In the brand new treasure on a old try
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Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
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Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
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We never ride far, packed five in a car
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Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
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And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
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all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
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It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
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Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
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Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
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Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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Been around the world and yah yah yah
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And we been playa hated [say what?]
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I don't know and I don't know why
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Why they want us faded
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I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
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Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
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Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
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Baby baby
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Chorus, with Puff talking
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You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
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Why's there so much jealousy in the world?
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Don't look at mine, get yours
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(music fades)
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Been Around The World
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