Now, who's hot, who's not Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores You tell me who flop, who cop the blue drop Who jewels got box, who's mostly doji down Who black, the same old pimp Mace, you know ain't nothin' changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on the blimp Guarantee a million sells for the love of luck You don't believe in Harlem world, nigga, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Niggas didn't know me, 91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the goldie sound Can't no kid be, niggas hold me down Cool to school me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like hoodie True pimp, nigga, spend no dough on no booty When I yell, they go, Mace, there go your cutie They walk from me, it's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the Harlem nigga, they walk from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the king to the A to the B to the Y I know you 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 think I'm mad when all the ball is stopped Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht Ten 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 when it's cool I got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours Ballet meet, it's a B.O. day We don't play, mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way Cuz it ain't enough chime here Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here Deal with many women, but treat Dom's fear And I'm bigger than the city life down in Times Square I'm the homeowner, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the homeowner, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see B.I.G., P.O., P.P.A. No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cuz I'm flagrant Tap myself and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple B, miracle dream, I be that Catch a seat at all events, bent Gats and holsters, girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, be a mic to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess it's cuz you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gap Where the true players at Throw your roadies in the sky Wave from side to side And keep your hands high While I give your girl a eye Play it please, lyrically Biggie C, B.I.G., B.Flawson Jig on the cover of Fortune Five double O That's my phone number, your man ain't got to know I got the dough, got the flow down Pizzack Platinum plus, like Vizzack Dangerous on Trizac B.U.S., Pizzack I'm the homeowner, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the homeowner, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm the homeowner, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's going on? Somebody tell me What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?