Song: Mo Money Mo Problems
Artist: Notorious B.I.G f/ Mase and Puff Daddy
Album: Life After Death
[Mase]
Now, who's hot who 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 blue tube sock, the same ole' pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin' changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Gaurantee a million sales pullin' all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Niggaz didn't know me '91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
(chorus)
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-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 thinkin' now
When all the ballin' stops, nigga never home
Gotta call me on a 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 with D.O.A. be on your way
Cause it 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 time square
Yeah, yeah yeah
(chorus)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm 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, bein' mice to me
Bruise to much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true playas at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
While I give your girl the eye, playa please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the corner of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizats dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass blizzack
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (3x)
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
Somebody tell me
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (3x then fade)