(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: Puff Daddy, 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 (substitute words in parentheses with   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   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 *** 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 ***   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 that we can ***   Be a lot of places that you *** can't visit   Talking cause I live it      repeat Chorus until fade (everybody sings together)