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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 Dolce down to the tube socks, the same ol pimp, Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed 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 Niggaz didn't know me ' 91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the golden 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 *singer comes in over last line* CHORUS: I don't know what they want from me It's like the mo money we come across The mo problems we see (2x) (Puff Daddy) Yeah yeah, ahaha, it's the D to-the A to the D-D-Y I 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 When all the ballin' stops, nigga never home Gotta call me on the 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 wit a crew that got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours, Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play and 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 CHORUS (Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uhh B-I-G P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, D.E.A. 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, bring ya might 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 rolees in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number your man ain't got to know, I got the dough Got the flow down pizzack, platinum plus like thizzat, dangerous on trizzack, leave your ass blizzack Chorus(3x) What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? Chorus (until fade)  More Notorious B.I.G. Song Lyrics
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