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G.B.A Lyrics

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?
Who is currently popular and who is not? Who is successful in the industry and who has sold out in stores? Who has failed and who has bought the blue drop? Whose jewelry is adorned with diamonds? Who prefers to wear Dolce down to their socks?

The same old pimp, Mase You know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it level up 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 Ph.D. niggas hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie
I am the same old pimp, Mase, with my signature walk. I won't stop until I have achieved fame and am seen on a blimp. I guarantee sales of a million, calling it a level up. You may doubt me, but we in Harlem World will keep our promises. My music is known and respected now, even though I was not known in the past. I have a unique sound that sets me apart from other artists. Those with a Ph.D. can't hold me back. I have been educated in the game and know my duties. I have to stay humble, work hard and speak the truth like Hootie. True pimp niggas don't waste their money on women. When people see me, they also see your cutie.

I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
I don't understand what people want from me. The more money we make, the more problems arise.

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 thinking now when all the balling stops Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht 10 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 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
I am Daddy, the man in charge. You would rather see me fail than succeed. I am the one who makes all the decisions. I take all the spots, wear all the jewelry, and buy all the cars. You must be wondering what happens when the ballin' stops. Even when I'm not home, you can call me on my yacht. Ten years from now, we'll still be on top. I've already told you that we won't stop. With a crew that has more money and is stronger than yours, what will you do? If you cross me, be ready to face the consequences, we don't play. There isn't enough time or space for both of us to shine here. I deal with many women but treat the valuable ones with respect. I am more significant than the bright city lights in Times Square.

B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no info for the DEA 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 ya, 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 Rollies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossing Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 double O 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
My name is Big Poppa, and I keep my activities hidden from the DEA. Federal agents hate me because I am too conspicuous. My phone is tapped to their base in the basement. My team and I stay clean and are a force to be reckoned with. My lyrics are like a triple beam of power in my dream world. I am at all events, and my presence is undeniable. I carry my guns and girls on my shoulder. I'm the Playboy that everyone knows. For me, mere microphones are nothing. I can get violent sometimes and lose my cool, but it's because I'm hanging out with the wrong crowd. But I never lose my touch. If I did, I would not hesitate to get my gun. Where are the real players at? Throw your Rollies in the air and wave them side to side while I look at your girl. You can see me flossing with my lyrics in Fortune magazine. My album is platinum plus, and I am dangerous on tracks that will leave you flattened.

What's goin' on? What's goin' on? (Somebody tell me) What's goin' on?
What's happening? Can someone tell me what's going on?