Uh, uh, 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, bein' mice 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 their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here's my phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass fizzat
--Notorious B.I.G. Mo Money Mo Problems May 21, 1972 - March 9, 1997
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