Notorious Big – Mo Money Mo Problems tab ver. 2

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Verse 1: (Mase) Now, who shot who knot Tell me who rock who shell line the stores You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop Who jewels got watched who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop top see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter scooped me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty Millionaire nigga Mase there go your cutie Chorus: 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 know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Verse 2: (Puff Daddy) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-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 Whip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cock all the plots, I know you thinkin now's when all the golden stops, nigga never home got a chrome one and a yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a honey much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, Ali Reed 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 Yeah, yeah yeah Chorus: 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 know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Verse 3: (Notorious B.I.G.) Uhh, uhhh 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 Catch a seat at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Who's 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 roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the 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 kizzack Chorus: 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 know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? 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 know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see... While the sample is looping back to the beginning (in other words when the riff is over and it sounds like the drums and are going "chk-chk-chk") I usually just deaden the strings and rake or if I'm in a good mood slide my hand up and dow the strings so that it sounds like a D.J. scratching a la Tom Morello on Rage Against the Machine's "Bulls on Parade." Neither one of them are really right but they sound cool with the song. McDuffie's .ed Mosquito (Jamey Henderson)
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