(laughs)
 Yeah  uh uh
 Turn me up a little bit
 Yeah kids  Harlem on the rise
 Yeah  turn me up a little bit more
 Uh huh  uh huh
 We like it
 Uh huh  uh huh
 Yeah kids  Harlem on the rise
 This the remix '98
 And you don't want no problem with these guys
 Come on...
 Chorus: Puffy & Mase
 I been around (Uh huh  uh huh)
 I been around the world (Uh huh  uh huh)
 I been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
 (We ain't gon' stop)
 I been around the world (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
 (We don't even know how to stop)
 I been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
 I been around the world
 Verse One: Mase
 Yo, yo....
 Now trick what? Lace who?
 That ain't what Mase do,
 Got a lotta girls that'll love to replace you,
 Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back,
 Cats talk slick...we never mind that,
 Funny never find that, Puff a dimestack,
 Write hot stuff that make people say 'Rewind that'...
 People know, you go against the Harlem Jiggalo,
 Getcha hoe, lick her low, make your girl trick your dough,
 I represent honies with money, fly guys, and jets,
 Ride with the tints that be thirty-five percent,
 Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways,
 Cop says okay, my tint smoke gray,
 No way, people leave without handin' me my chips,
 Got plans to get my land and my 6,
 People outta pen'll understand these hits,
 Pop champagne like I won a championship...
 repeat Chorus (include Carl Thomas singing)
 Verse Two: Puff Daddy
 Yeah, yeah
 I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million
 Now my beach houses creamed to the ceiling
 I was a gentleman livin in tenements
 Now I'm swimmin' in all the women every tens
 Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
 Now my dividends be the new Benjamins
 Chicks of all complexions, I like cinnamon
 Mase you got some girls, well playboy
 Send 'em in
 What you waitin' for let the freakshow begin
 How they came in a truck (Mase: 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 they keep their lips on this
 Don't kiss right there, girlfriend I'm ticklish
 And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
 Playa please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
 repeat Chorus (now both Mase and Carl Thomas sing in
 the background)
 Verse Three: Mase, Puff Daddy
 What, what niggaz
 You don't know who the hell I be?
 Can tell I be,
 Now hasta la vista, c'est la vie,
 Now what have we a cat in a Bentley waggy,
 That keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy
 Come be one of baggy, girls be one to stab me
 I be more than gladly to tell a foe
 Yo, you ain't offendin' me
 It ain't like you the first son of the Kennedy
 Or even in a mallway, you can send for me
 But all until you talk you don't ever spend a G
 I know how it be
 You know me from before when I used to detour
 Down in B-more
 Push the E or
 Days I just kick it
 My crew buy Crystal
 Just so we can spit it
 All that expensive stuff
 Just so we can shit it
 Be a lot of places that you niggaz can't visit
 Talking cause I live it
 repeat Chorus until fade (everybody sings together)
 Ad Lib till end