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

whose jewels got rocks

who's mostly Dolce

down to the tube sock

The same old pimp, Mase

you know ain't

nothin' changed but my limp

Can't stop 'til I see

my name on a blimp

guarantee a million sales

call it level up

You don't believe

my Harlem world

n####r, double up

we don't play around

it's a bet, lay it down

N####rs didn't know me

ninety-one

bet they know me now

I'm the young Harlem n####r

with the goldie sound

Can't no Ph.D. n####rs

hold me down

Cudda, schooled me

to the game

now I know my duty

Stay humble, stay low

blow like hootie

true pimp n####rs, spend

no dough on the booty

And then you yell

there go Mase

there go your cutie

Yeah, Yeah, a'ight

I'm 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

when all the ballin' stops

n####r 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 gonna

do with a crew

that got 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

Uh, Uh, B.I.G.P-O-P-P-A

no info for the D.D.A.

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 you

mere mics 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 Rolies in the sky

wave 'em side to side

and keep your hands high

while I give your girl the eye

Player, please

lyrically, n####rs see

B.I.G. be flossin' jig on

the cover of fortune

Five double-oh

here's my phone number

your man ain't got to know

I got the dough

got the flow down pizat

platinum plus, like thizat

dangerous on trizacks

leave your ass flizat