Lyrics:

Im comin out, Im comin
Im comin out, Im comin

Now, whos hot, who not
Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed, whos mostly Dolce down

To the tube socks, the same ol pimp
Ma$e, you know aint nuttin changed but my limp
Cant stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love

You dont believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We dont play around, its a bet lay it down
Niggaz didnt know me 91, bet they know me now
Im the young Harlem nigga with the golden sound

Cant no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Ma$e, there go your cutie

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see
I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see

Yeah yeah, ahaha, its the D to-the A to the D-D-Y
I know youd 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
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now well still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop

Now whatcha gonna do wit a crew
That got money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours
Violate me thisll be your day, we dont play and
Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way

Cause it aint enough time here, aint enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women
But treat dimes fair
And Im bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see
I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see

Uh, uh
B-I-G P-O-P-P-A
No info for the D.E.A.
Federal agents mad cause Im 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, bring ya might to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage, the girls boo too much
I guess its cause you run with lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, aint no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rolees in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high

While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, heres my phone number

Your man aint got to know, I got the dough
Got the flow down pizzat
Platinum plus like thizzat
Dangerous on trizzacks
Leave yo ass flizzat

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see
I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see

Whats goin on?
Whats goin on?
Somebody tell me
Whats goin on?
Whats goin on?

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see
I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see

I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see
I dont know what they want from me
Its like the mo money we come across
The mo problems we see