text: 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?
  Whose jewels got rocks?
  Whos mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?
  The same old pimp, Mase
  You know aint nothing change but my limp
  Cant stop till I see my name on a blimp
  Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck
  You dont believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up
  We dont play around, its a bet, lay it down
  Niggas didnt know me 91, bet they know me now
  Im the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
  Cant no Ph.D. niggas hold me down
  Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
  Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
  True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
  And then you yell, There go Mase!, there go your cutie
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  Im the D 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 thinking now, When all the ballin stops?
  Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht
  Ten years from now well still be on top
  Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop
  Now what you gon do with a crew
  That got 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
  Yea, yea, yea
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  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, mere mics 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 Rolies in the sky
  Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
  While I give your girl the eye, player, please
  Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’
  Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O
  Heres my phone number, your man aint got to know
  I got the dough, got the flow down pizat
  Platinum plus like thizat
  Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  Whats going on? 
  Somebody tell me 
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see