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Verse 1:
(Mase)
Now, who shot who knot
Tell me who rock who shell line the stores
You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop
Who jewels got watched who's mostly Goldie down
to the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop top see my name on a blimp
Guarantee 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
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 niggaz hold me down, Cooter
scooped 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
Millionaire nigga 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
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Verse 2:
(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
Whip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cock all the plots, I know you thinkin now's
when all the golden stops, nigga never
home got a chrome one and 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 honey much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, Ali Reed
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around be 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 Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah
Chorus:
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Verse 3:
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Uhh, uhhh
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
Catch a seat at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Who's too 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 players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass kizzack
Chorus:
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
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
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see...
While the sample is looping back to the beginning (in other words when the
riff is over and it sounds like the drums and are going "chk-chk-chk") I
usually just deaden the strings and rake or if I'm in a good mood slide my
hand up and dow the strings so that it sounds like a D.J. scratching a la
Tom Morello on Rage Against the Machine's "Bulls on Parade." Neither one
of them are really right but they sound cool with the song. McDuffie's .ed
Mosquito (Jamey Henderson)
