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    Intro: Mase

    Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
    You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason
    You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich
    You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
    Then you got niggaz that just don't like me
    You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz
    But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
    see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
    But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
    But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
    we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
    Black Rob
    If you wanna dance, we dance

    Verse One: Mase

    Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
    Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
    Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
    Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
    Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
    Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
    Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
    Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
    I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
    Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
    Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
    Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
    No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit
    Got plans to get my Land and my 6
    Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit
    Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

    Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
    spoken words by Puff

    Been around the world and I I I
    And we been playa hated [say what?]
    I don't know and I don't know why
    Why they want us faded [ahehe]
    I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
    Is it our ladies? [uh-huh]
    Or I drive Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
    Bay-bee bay-BEE!

    Verse Two: Puff Daddy

    I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah)
    Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
    I was a gentleman, livin in tenements
    Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
    Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
    Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
    Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
    Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
    What you waitin for, let the freak show begin
    How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
    Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
    it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
    It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
    Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
    And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
    Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

    Chorus

    Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase

    Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
    I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
    Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
    Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

    Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
    In the brand new treasure on a old try
    Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
    Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
    We never ride far, packed five in a car
    Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
    And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids
    all on the corner scream, 'That's my car!'

    It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
    Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
    Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
    Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

    Chorus w/ slight modifications
    line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah
    yeah, uh-huh
    line 2, Puff: We been playa
    hated!
    line 3, Puff: Why?
    line 4, Puff: Why they want
    us hated!
    line 5, Puff: Why they hate
    us?
    line 6, Puff: Is it our
    ladies?
    line 7, Puff: Say what?
    line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee
    bay-BEE!

    Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
    You know, sometimes I gotta
    ask myself
    Why's there so much jealousy
    in the world?
    Don't look at mine, get
    yours
    (music fades)

    Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:

    OK after these messages we'll be back with
    the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
    *applause*
    OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
    We'll get you through this
    Take a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

    And welcome back as you can see (You got the check though?)
    I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
    I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
    and he's still pretty mad
    But, this time he brought someone else with him
    and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
    Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

    Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
    Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them
    niggaz why you mad son!
    Tell them niggaz why you
    mad son!
    (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
    Tell em why you mad son,
    word up, tell em why you mad son!
    YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
    I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
    I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
    I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
    Yo we don't play, we don't
    play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
    (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
    That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
    We ain't, we don't do that
    shit, word, yeah
    He ain't no real producer neither
    And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
    My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
    Oh yeah, that's the shit
    that got me mad!
    (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
    That's the shit that got
    me mad!
    That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
    (It's a family oriented show)
    YouknowhatI'msayin?
    That's the shit that feds me up
    (Gentlemen, please)
    Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
    (Disregard the foul language)
    I'm watchin this nigga video
    youknowhatI'msayin?
    They got mermaids swimmin
    in they living rooms and shit
    like that youknowhatI'msayin?
    This nigga dancin in the
    rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
    YouknowhatI'msayin?
    I'm I'm I'm watchin this
    nigga video
    (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
    the car goin two hundred
    miles an hour
    WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
    (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
    The nigga climbin out the
    fuckin car!
    (One more time)
    Let me see you try that
    shit on a train!
    YouknowhatI'msayin?
    Try that shit on a fuckin train
    What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
    Got a thousand niggaz write
    for him, let ME write for you
    Son my shit is jumpin, I
    got John Blaze shit...

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