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 Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain´t nuttin change but my limp
Can´t stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
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
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

{Refrain: x2}
I don´t know what, they want from me
It´s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Puff Daddy

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-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 got a chrome one and a 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 D.O.A., 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

{au Refrain}

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
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 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 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

{au Refrain}

{x3}
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