Mo Money Mo Problems [Razor-N-Go EEC Main Mix] [Edit] (Razor-N-Go EEC Main Mix; Edit)

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?

Whose 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 call it level up

You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up

We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down

Niggas 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

Cudda 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

I'm 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 when all the balling 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 what you gon' do with a crew

That got 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

I don't know what they want from me

It's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see 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