Текст песни Notorious B.I.G. f Kelly Price, Mase, Pu - Life After Death
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[Verse One: Mase]Now, who`s hot who notTell me who rock who sell out in the storesYou tell me who flopped who copped the blue dropWho jewels got robbed who`s mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimpMase, you know ain`t nuttin change but my limpCan`t stop till I see my name on a blimpGuarantee a million sales pullin all the loveYou don`t believe in Harlem World nigga double upWe don`t play around it`s a bet lay it downnigga didn`t know me ninety-one bet they know me nowI`m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie soundCan`t no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooterschooled me to the game, now I know my dutyStay humble stay low blow like HootieTrue pimp niggaz spend no dough on the bootyAnd then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie {*Chorus overlaps last line*}[Chorus: Kelly Price - repeat 2X]I don`t know what, they want from meIt`s like the more money we come across, the more problems we see[Verse Two: Puff Daddy]Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-YKnow you`d rather see me die than to see me flyI call all the shotsRip all the spots, rock all the rocksCop all the drops, I know you thinkin now`swhen all the ballin stops, nigga neverhome gotta call me on the yachtTen years from now we`ll still be on topYo, I thought I told you that we won`t stopNow whatcha gonna do when it`s coolbag a money much longer than yoursand a team much stronger than yours, violate methis`ll be your day, we don`t playMess around be D.O.A., be on your wayCause it ain`t enough time here, ain`t enough lime herefor you to shine here, deal with many womenbut treat dimes fair, and I`mbigger than the city lights down in Times SquareYeah, yeah yeah[Chorus][Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhhB.I.G., P-O, P-P-ANo info, for the, DEAFederal agents mad cause I`m flagrantTap my cell, and the phone in the basementMy team supreme, stay cleanTriple beam lyrical dream, I be thatcat you see at all events bentGats in holsters girls on shouldersPlayboy, I told ya, bein mice to meBruise too much, I lose, too muchStep on stage the girls boo too muchI guess it`s cause you run with lame dudes too muchMe lose my touch, never thatIf I did, ain`t no problem to get the gatWhere the true players at?Throw your Rollies in the skyWave em side to side and keep your hands highWhile I give your girl the eye, player pleaseLyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.be flossin jig on the cover of FortuneFive double oh, here`s my phone numberYour man ain`t got to know, I got to goGot the flow down pizat, platinum plusLike thizat, dangerouson trizack, leave your ass blizzack[Kelly Price - repeat 3X]I don`t know what, they want from meIt`s like the more money we come across, the more problems we see[Kelly Price]What`s goin on? Ooooh.. somebody tell me.. what`s goin on?[Kelly Price - repeat to fade]I don`t know what, they want from meIt`s like the more money we come across, the more problems we see