[Featuring Mase  Notorious B.I.G.] 
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 hated [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 
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 
Never my throat 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 toll 
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 
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 
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 
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 
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) 
The nigga climbin out the f***in car! 
(One more time) 
Let me see you try that shit on a train! 
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a f***in 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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