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[Verse 1]
EmNow, wBmho's hot who not AmTell me who rock wBmho sell out in the stores AmYou tell me who flopped who Emcopped the blue drop CWho jewels got robbed Bmwho's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, Em Bmthe same ol pimp AmMase, you know ainBm't nothing change but my limp AmCan't stop till I see my namEme on a blimp CGuarantee a million saBmles pulling all the love EmYou don't believe in Harlem WorBmld nigga double up AmWe don't play arouBmnd it's a bet lay it down AmNigga didn't know me ninety-Emone bet they know me now CI'm the young Harlem nBmigga with the Goldie sound EmCan't no PHD niggas hold me dowBmn, Cooter AmSchooled me to theBm game, now I know my duty AmStay humble stay low blow liEmke Hootie CTrue pimp niggas spendBm no dough on the booty (And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie)
[Chorus]
EmI don't kBmnow what, thAmey want from Bmme It's like the Ammore money we cEmome across The mCore problems we sBmee
[Verse 2] Em Bm Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rAmather see me die thanBm to see me fly I cAmall all the shots RiEmp all the spots, RoCck all the rocks CBmop all the drops, I Emknow you thinking now's When aBmll the balling stops, Amnigga never Home gotta caBmll me on the yacht AmTen years from now we'll Emstill be on top CYo, I thought I told you that Bmwe won't stop Now Emwhat you gonna do when it's Bmcool Bag a money much loAmnger than yours And a tBmeam much stronger than yAmours, violate mEme This'll be your day, we don't pClay Mess around be DBm.O.A., be on your way CausEme it ain't enough time here,Bm ain't enough lime here AmFor you to shine here, deBmal with many women AmBut treat dimes fair, andEm I'm CBigger than the city lights doBmwn in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
EmI don't kBmnow what, thAmey want from Bmme It's like the Ammore money we cEmome across The mCore problems we sBmee
[Verse 3]
Uhh, uhhh EmB.I.G., P-O, PBm-P-A AmNo info, for the, BmDEA Federal Amagents mad cause I'm flagEmrant Tap my cCell, and the phone in the baseBmment
EmMy team supreme, stayBm clean Triple Ambeam lyrical dBmream, I be that AmCat you see at all events bEment CGats in holsters gBmirls on shoulders PlaybEmoy, I told ya, being Bmmice to me AmBruise too much, I lBmose, too much AmStep on stage the girls Emboo too much I gCuess it's cause you run with lame dBmudes too much Me lEmose my touch, nBmever that If I dAmid, ain't no problem to get the Bmgat Where the true players at? Throw yoAmur rollies in the sky Em Wave em Cside to side and keep their haBmnds high EmWhile I give your girBml the eye, player please LyricalAmly, niggas seeBm, B.I.G. AmBe flossing jig on the coveEmr of Fortune CFive double oh, heBmre's my phone number EmYour name, I got to kBmnow, I got to go Got theAm flow down phiBmzat, platinum plus AmLike thizat, dangerous Em COn trizack, leave Bmyour ass kizzack
[Chorus]
EmI don't kBmnow what, thAmey want from Bmme It's like the Ammore money we cEmome across The mCore problems we sBmee