| Intro: Mase
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| Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| You got niggaz that don’t like me for whatever reason
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| You got niggaz that don’t wanna see me rich
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| You got niggaz that’s mad, cause I’m always with they bitch
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| Then you got niggaz that just don’t like me You know, the, those P.H.D. |
| niggaz
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| But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
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| see it’s a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
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| But a lot of niggaz don’t make hits
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| But it’s like this whole Bad Boy shit
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| we come to bring it to y’all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
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| Black Rob
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| If you wanna dance, we dance
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| Verse One: Mase
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| Now trick what? |
| Lace who? |
| That ain’t what Mase do Got a lot of girls that’d love to replace you
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| Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
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| Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
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| Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
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| Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
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| Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
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| Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
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| I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
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| Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
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| Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
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| Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
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| No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
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| Got plans to get my Land and my 6
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| Niggaz outta pen’ll understand this shit
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| Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
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| Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
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| spoken words by Puff
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| Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated
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| I don’t know and I don’t know why
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| Why they want us hated
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| I don’t know why they hate us Is it our ladies?
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| Or I drive Mercedes
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| Bay-bee bay-BEE!
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| Verse Two: Puff Daddy
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| I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
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| Now I’m in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
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| I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
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| Now I’m swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
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| Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
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| Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
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| Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
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| Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
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| What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
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| How they came in a truck? |
| (Mase: Nah Puff, that’s a Benz)
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| Mercedes, c’mere baby, you don’t like the way
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| it’s hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
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| It’s ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
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| Don’t kiss right there girlfriend I’m ticklish (heheh)
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| And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G’s
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| Nigga please, I’m the macaroni with the cheese
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| Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase
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| Now Puff rule the world, even though I’m young
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| I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
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| Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
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| Lick em places niggaz wouldn’t dare put they faces (c'mon)
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| Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by In the brand new treasure on a old try
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| Never my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
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| Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
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| We never ride far, packed five in a car
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| Save money for the drinks, I’m about to buy the bar (yeah)
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| And everywhere I drive I’m a star, little kids
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| all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'
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| It was days couldn’t be fly, now I’m in a T.I.
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| Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. |
| (uh-huh)
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| Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
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| Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
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| Chorus w/ slight modifications
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| line 1, Puff: C’mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
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| line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
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| line 3, Puff: Why?
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| line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
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| line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?
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| line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
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| line 7, Puff: Say what?
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| line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
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| Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. |
| sings
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| You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself
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| Why’s there so much jealousy in the world?
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| Don’t look at mine, get yours
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| (music fades)
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| Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
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| OK after these messages we’ll be back with
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| the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
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| OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
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| We’ll get you through this
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| Take a sip of water, deep breath, that’ll do it And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
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| I’m Trevor Jones and I’m sitting in
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| I’ve been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check |
| though?)
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| and he’s still pretty mad
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| But, this time he brought someone else with him
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| and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he’s even madder (You god damn right!)
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| Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI’msayin) why are you so mad?
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| Yo, Iiiiiii, I’ma I’ma keep it real simple for you
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| Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
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| Tell them niggaz why you mad son!
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| (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
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| Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
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| I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
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| I don’t be recognizin all that new jack shit
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| Yo we don’t play, we don’t play that shit youknowhatI’msayin?
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| (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
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| That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| We ain’t, we don’t do that shit, word, yeah
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| He ain’t no real producer neither
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| And then come to find out youknowhatI’msayin
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| My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
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| Oh yeah, that’s the shit that got me mad!
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| (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
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| That’s the shit that got me mad!
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| That’s the shit, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| (It's a family oriented show)
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| That’s the shit that feds me up
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| (Gentlemen, please)
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| Word up, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| (Disregard the foul language)
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| I’m watchin this nigga video youknowhatI’msayin?
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| They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
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| like that youknowhatI’msayin?
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| This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
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| YouknowhatI’msayin?
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| I’m I’m I’m watchin this nigga video
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| (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
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| the car goin two hundred miles an hour
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| WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
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| (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
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| The nigga climbin out the fuckin car!
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| (One more time)
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| Let me see you try that shit on a train!
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| Try that shit on a fuckin train
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| What kind of shit, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
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| Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Boy's Been Around the World , by - Puff Daddy. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп