| 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
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| 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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| Now trick what? |
| Lace who? |
| That ain’t what Mase do
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| 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
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| 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 faded
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| I don’t know why they hate us
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| Is it our ladies?
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| Or our drop Mercedes
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| Bay-bee bay-BEE!
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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 Puffy, 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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| -Puffy Daddy-
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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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| -Mase-
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| Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
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| In the brand new treasure on a old try
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| Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
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| Eat the mami’s chocha and drive her loca
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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 toe
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| C’mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
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| We been playa hated!
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| Why?
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| Why they want us hated!
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| Why they hate us?
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| Is it our ladies?
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| Say what?
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| Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
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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 |