| (Mase) | |
| Do that Puff Daddy shit, son! | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what... | |
| ATL, Harlem World, ATL | |
| ATL, Harlem World, ATL | |
| 112, Harlem World, 112 | |
| 112, Harlem World, 112 | |
| Harlem World, ATL, 112 | |
| 112, Harlem World, ATL | |
| Yeah, kid you don't stop | |
| We won't stop, | |
| You don't stop, | |
| Come on, | |
| (112) | |
| Baby whenever I'm with you, | |
| No one else exists but you, | |
| Cuz you're the one for me, | |
| Every time that we're apart, | |
| You're always in my heart, | |
| And there you'll always be... | |
| Baby don't go, | |
| Your love's so special, | |
| Can't let me go now, | |
| If I did wrong, | |
| I'm sorry, | |
| No other love, | |
| is for me... | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| Love me, | |
| Hold me, | |
| Squeeze me, (Love me, never let me go, baby) | |
| Hug me, | |
| Kiss me, | |
| And love me (Love me, never let go)... | |
| Whenever I'm on my way home, | |
| Just can't wait to be alone, | |
| With you my baby, | |
| Anticipating how you'll feel, | |
| Listen to me I'm for real, | |
| When I say I love you... | |
| Baby don't go, | |
| Your love's so special, | |
| Can't let me go now, | |
| If I did wrong, | |
| I'm sorry, | |
| No other love, | |
| is for me... | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Mase) | |
| Yeah ,yeah, yeah | |
| What, what, what, come on | |
| Yeah, kid | |
| Harlem on the rise | |
| With 112 and you don't want no problem with these guys | |
| Yo, you cats never want no problem like we want it, | |
| When Harlem World doubled up, | |
| We put G's on it, | |
| I'm pushin' new 700 M.G.'s on it, | |
| If that nigga can't see the ice, | |
| That mean my sleeve's on it, | |
| You know I dress as I'm suppose to, | |
| Stretch Lex with a chauffeur, | |
| Never sober, | |
| Red Testarossa, | |
| Cherry Rover, | |
| Bagettes in my Jehovah, | |
| Me and Puff at the Grammy's, | |
| Sittin' next to Oprah (and the winner is), | |
| All we hear is platinum that, | |
| Platinum this, | |
| Platinum whips, | |
| Nobody got no platinum hits, | |
| Cats know with me platinum always wrap my wrist, | |
| I come to the awards, | |
| Quadruple platinum chicks, | |
| Little ones like twenty-five, | |
| What cats get smacked with, | |
| Big ones like forty fives, | |
| What cats get clapped with, | |
| I react sick whenever my dough ain't adequate, | |
| Harlem World-Junior Mafia, | |
| Yeah, that's it, come on... | |
| (Chorus repeats until end) |