Song: Mo Money Mo Problems
Artist: Notorious B.I.G. featuring Puff Daddy and Mase
Album: Life After Death
I'm...coming...uh...I'm coming (repeat in background for rest of song)
***Mase***
Now, who's hot who's 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, same 'ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nothin' 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 Harelm 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 nigga's hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp nigga's spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go you're cutie
***chorus comes in during this last line***
1---I'll never know what they want from me
----It's like the more money we come across
----The more problems we see
----I'll never know what they want from me
----It's like the more money we come across
----The more problems we see
***Puff Daddy***
I'm the D-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're thinkin' now's when all the ballin' stops
Nigga's 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 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 there 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
{rpt 1}
***Notorious B.I.G.***
uh, uh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell and my phone in the basement
My teams 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, being nice to me
Bruise too much, I loose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me loose my touch, never that
If I did ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your Rollies in the sky
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye
Player please, lyrically, nigga's see, B.I.G.
Be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double O here's my phone number
Your man ain't got to know I got the dough
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your a** blizzack
{rpt 1 seven times}