Em    Bm
Now, who's hot who not
Am                Bm
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
Am                          Em
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
C                     Bm
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock,
Em Bm
   the same ol pimp
Am                Bm
Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp
Am                          Em
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
C                     Bm
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
Em                             Bm
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
Am                Bm
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
Am                          Em
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
C                     Bm
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Em                             Bm
Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Am                Bm
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Am                          Em
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
C                     Bm
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty (And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie)

[Chorus]
Em       Bm          Am           Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
              Am             Em
It's like the more money we come across
     C                Bm
The more problems we see

[Verse 2]
                          Em                Bm
Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
            Am                   Bm
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
   Am                  Em
I call all the shots Rip all the spots,
  C                 Bm
Rock all the rocks Cop all the drops,
  Em                            Bm
I know you thinking now's When all the balling stops,
Am                       Bm
nigga never Home gotta call me on the yacht
Am                       Em
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
C                             Bm
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
    Em                          Bm
Now what you gonna do when it's cool
                   Am
Bag a money much longer than yours
       Bm                      Am
And a team much stronger than yours,
         Em                               C
violate me This'll be your day, we don't play
                Bm
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
    Em                          Bm
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Am                       Bm
For you to shine here, deal with many women
Am                       Em
But treat dimes fair, and I'm
C                             Bm
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Em       Bm          Am           Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
              Am             Em
It's like the more money we come across
     C                Bm
The more problems we see

[Verse 3]
          Em            Bm
Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
Am                Bm
No info, for the, DEA
        Am                       Em
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
        C                             Bm
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement

Em                   Bm
My team supreme, stay clean
       Am            Bm
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Am                         Em
Cat you see at all events bent
C                 Bm
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
     Em                   Bm
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Am                  Bm
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Am                      Em
Step on stage the girls boo too much
   C                                  Bm
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
    Em             Bm
Me lose my touch, never that
      Am                              Bm
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at?
        Am                       Em
Throw your rollies in the sky
        C                             Bm
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Em                   Bm
While I give your girl the eye, player please
       Am            Bm
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Am                         Em
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
C                 Bm
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Em                   Bm
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
       Am            Bm
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Am                         Em
Like thizat, dangerous
C                 Bm
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack

[Chorus]
Em       Bm          Am           Bm
I don't know what, they want from me
              Am             Em
It's like the more money we come across
     C                Bm
The more problems we see