I'm the young Harlem n_ with the Goldie sound. n_s didn't know me ninety one bet they know me now. We don't play around, it's a bet lay it down. You don't believe in Harlem world n_ double up. Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love. Can't stop Versace, my name on the blimp. The same old pimp, Mase, ain't nuthin changed by limp. Verse One: Mase Now, who's hot, who's not? Tell me who rock who sell out the stores You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly goldie down to the tube sock. It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Chorus: I dont know what, they want from me.
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