Lyrical Breakdown of Mo Money Mo Problems (feat. P. Diddy, Ma$e) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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? Who's 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 pulling all the love You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Nigga didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young harlem nigga with the goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down, Cooter Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty (I don't know what) And then ya yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie 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 Yeah yeah, haha, from 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 thinkin' now's When all the ballin 'stops, Nigga never home got a chrome one and a yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool Bag a 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., 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 treat dimes fair, and I'm Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah 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 Uh, uh, B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A no info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo 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 gat Where the true players at? Throw your rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass fizzat 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 don't know what, They want from me it's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin' on? (somebody tell me) What's goin' on? 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 don't know what, They want from me it's like the more money we come across The more problems we see