Now, who's hot, who's not Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores You tell me who flop, who cop the blue drop Who juice drop rocks, who's mosty doshy down Who crack the same old pimp Mace, you know ain't nothin' changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sells, call it love or luck You don't believe in Harlem world, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Didn't know me 91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem with the Goldie sound Can't hold me deep, hold me down Cool to school me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp, finna throw on the booty When you yell, then go mainstream, go you're cutie What they want from me is like the more money we come across Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know who you are What they want from me is like the more money we come across Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your P to the A to the B to the Y I know you'd rather see me die than see me fly I call all the shots, rip all the spots Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know I'm thinkin' now when all the ball is stopped Never home, gotta call me on the yacht Ten 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 school that got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours Ballet meet, it's a B.O. 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 treats down's fair And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see B.I.G., P.O., P.P.A. No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap myself and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple B, miracle dream, I be that Catch a seat at all events, bent Sitting holsters, girls on shoulders Play what I told ya, ear mics to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls do 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 Where the true players at Throw your roadies in the sky Wave from side to side And keep your hands high While I eat your girl or I Play it please, lyrically See, B.I.G. be flossin' Jig on the cover of Fortune Five double O Here's my phone number, your man I got the know, I got the dough Got the flow down, fizz at Platinum plus, life is at Dangerous on Trizact DJ with Trizact I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's going on? Somebody tell me What's going on? I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me is like the more money we come across The more problems we see I know what they want from me