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    Intro: Mase

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

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    Verse One: Mase

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

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    Composición: A. Morris

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