Been Around the World
Diddy, Mase, The Notorious B.I.G.
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Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'? You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggas that just don't like me You know the, those PhD niggas But you know, I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit But a lot of niggas don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance (come on) Now trick what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back Niggas talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems Ride with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit Got plans to get my Lamb and my six Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?) I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded I don't know why they hate us (yeah) Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh) Baby, baby I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was a gentleman living in tenements Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh) Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in What you waiting for? Let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? (Nah, Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, come here, baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy Never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this Don't kiss right there, girlfriend, I'm ticklish And I be switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?) I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (uh, that's right) I don't know why they hate us Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Yeah uh, uh) Baby, baby Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah) Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on) Before I die, hope I one day can float by In the brand new tres uno ocho Now when my throat dry even when the smoke lie Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car" It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll (come on) Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (we been playa hated) I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why, why they want us faded?) I don't know why they hate us (why they hate us?) Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies? Say what? Yeah) Baby, baby Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (you know, sometimes I gotta ask myself) I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why is there so much jealousy in the world?) I don't know why they hate us Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Don't look at mine, get yours) Baby, baby Okay, after these messages we'll be back with The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this Okay, just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself We'll get you through this, take a sip of water Deep breath, that'll do it And welcome back as you can see (you got the check though?) I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (did you get the check though?) And he's still pretty mad But, this time he brought someone else with him And quite frankly (yeah, yeah) he's even madder (you goddamn right) Um, Mr. Producer (yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad? Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son Tell them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son You know what I'm sayin'? I-I, I be, I be, I been I been, I been here for the culture, you know what I'm sayin'? I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin' all that new jack shit Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down) That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'? We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'? And then come to find out, you know what I'm sayin'? My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin' to rap now Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad (please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad That's the shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (It's a family oriented show) You know what I'm sayin'?? That's the shit that feds me up (gentlemen, please) Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Disregard the foul language) I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm sayin'? They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit Like that, you know what I'm sayin'? This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit You know what I'm sayin'? I'm, I'm, I'm watchin' this nigga video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language) The car goin' two hundred miles an hour Where the f*ck is he goin'? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin' out the fuckin' car Let me see you try that shit on a train (one more time) You know what I'm sayin'? Try that shit on a fuckin' train What kind of shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let me write for you Son, my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit
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Written by: Roy Ayers, Peter Brown, David Bowie, Andrew Morris, Ian Owen Devaney, Lisa Stanfield, Christopher Wallace, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence, Deric Angelettie, Sean Combs
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