Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems

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Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems lyrics

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's jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down
To the tube sock? The same old pimp
Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pulling 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 91, bet they know me now
I'm the young harlem nigga with the goldie sound
Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then you yell "there go Mase!" There go your cutie

I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

[Puff Daddy]
From the D 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 thinking "now's
When all the ballin' stops", nigga never
Home, gotta call me on the yacht
10 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 of 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, 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

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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: being nice to me
Bruise 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 Rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye. Player, please
Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G
Be flossin', Jig' on the cover of Fortune!
5 double O, here's my phone number
Your man ain't got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass blizzack