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Mase

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

One: Mase

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

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

Been the world and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I know and I don't know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
Or our drop [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Puff Daddy

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

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

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

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

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

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

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

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

OK after messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it

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

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz why you mad son!
them niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I been for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He no real producer neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...