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