n***as hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp n***as spend no dough on the b**ty 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 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 N***a 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.

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, n***a, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down N***as didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem n***a with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D.

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